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Trees black against the blue of night Making dim much needed starlight Fumbling to find the well hewn path Leading to our camp Without a lamp of any sort Guided only by earth’s polar pull Me and my pack of scared girls Scramble through briarwood A snarl rises through the gloom Followed by awful hissing So close to our legs, Raccoons Fighting for territory Our pace quickens, nearly to a run Cracking sticks and punctures to skin Ripping open tent flaps Falling into safety

I've got a name I've not a game may sound the same to some lamebrain but to this dame it would be a shame if I could not remember from whence it came - all this silly nonsense

our pretty girl with colden goat wavy fur from tead to hail eyelashes like sweet streepers bark drown eyes and nose longing for a rummy tub she offers up her belly receiving so much pleasure she wildly tags her wail all of her shody baking ears town do her nails ©️L. G. Rogers 4-1-2023

to please her poet comes prepared to misbehave undressed for success • Donovan Baldwin

Have you ever said that to yourself? After reading a reponse you gave? [no title] If I were a person, you had known for years... someone who had witnessed, the authentic you; the tears? I would offer an embrace, face to face without anything else, expect-ed. The most important thing to me, would be, that your personal sorrow... was eased. When another person, has been stripped bare, from an ultimate, magical love-affair... different feelings, invoke the same despair. Many obstacles still appear, but their names, are dif-fer-rent. You're lonesome for a beginning, when I've been left, at the end... You are ready to jump-right-in, do the work- get back up again... I have dusted off, enough, there's nothing left, but holes. It's enough for me, to chat with someone else- after the, "death-do-us-part" - I don't think "we" could go beyond. But I am willing to walk next to you, share my own, destina-tion... It's all okay to make a friend, without- "falling-in-love" Kerry~

Twirling and blowing Day long snow event So pretty out the window No plows in sight Second such event in one week We’re not used to it This is supposedly the South Snow is good for  Dogs and children And cuddling  Under thick quilts

Upon a rude table, In a simple cabana On the shore, Between sea and forest, Two glasses, Cheap red wine, Golden candle glow, As sun sinks, And shadows lengthen, And golden glow of Flickering candles Sets the mood, I fetch my old, ragged Book of poems, Lay a plate of cheese, And coarse bread, Set old vinyl spinning. Soft guitar music Touches my mind like a kiss, And you enter... - Donovan Baldwin

playful fingers turning ripples into waves... which wash over her ----- dawn's light through window streaks of rose a flimsy gown... as you rise to me ----- poetry and you true I have no other life... and no other need ----- not the sun's rising that tells me dawn's arrival... but love's sleepy whispers ----- many sins of my youth remembered now as pleasures... and reviewed often ----- she's a wildflower more real in her raw beauty... than a greenhouse rose ----- gently demanding lips trace mutual desires... along pleasure's curves ----- people are not boring everyone's a mystery and an adventure ----- stronger bond than rope making her completely his... trust respect and love ----- you smiled and i came into the sweet land of you... always to remain ----- when we kiss time stops we remain gloriously suspended... where lips and bodies meet ----- leaving olympus goddess who chose mortal man.. etenrally worshipped ----- • Donovan Baldwin

Whether you are writing an academic dissertation or business document or preparing a full-length novel for publication, the Mini Style Guide will prove invaluable. It is divided into three parts: Part 1 helps you navigate the intricacies of English grammar and punctuation and clarify commonly misused words. It outlines ten ‘golden rules’ to ensure Plain English, and explores inclusive writing, copyright and plagiarism. Part 2 clearly outlines how to structure a manuscript for publication, explaining the correct sequence of parts. It explains how to express titles of various artistic works, how to treat numbers, and how to present references. Part 3 surveys the confusing array of publishing options on offer from traditional publishing to self-publishing to help you make the choice that best suits you. Plentiful examples, templates for standard forms and letters, and a glossary of printing and publishing terms make it an indispensable tool for authors, editors and students. Author Bio Denise O’Hagan is an award-winning editor and poet, born in Rome and based in Sydney. With a background in commercial book publishing in London and Sydney, she set up her own imprint, Black Quill Press, in 2015 to assist independent authors. Her work appears in various journals including The Copperfield Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Quadrant, Books Ireland, Eureka Street and Hecate, and her awards include the Dalkey Poetry Prize and the Adelaide Plains Poetry Competition. Her second poetry collection, Anamnesis, is due to be published in October 2022 (Recent Work Press). https://denise-ohagan.com

if only she dared at least show her naked heart... dance her words for him ----- slow dancing at dawn neither day nor we are dressed... nor is there music ----- Her sudden stillness Punctuated by one sigh In encircling arms She sinks sated and replete A long awaited release #tanka ------- poet writes on her whispering words to soft skin with tender kisses ----- poetry whispers in rays of sunlight passing breeze every word your name ----- For some, love is not only an internal desire for the happiness of the other. For these people, its physical manifestations and expressions are natural, normal, and, for some, even necessary. Some cannot imagine love without lust, or vice versa. Some people cannot imagine being these people, but they exist. ----- she unraveled as he tenderly took each strand... wove her a poem ----- upon her garden kisses like a sudden rain... storms rose up inside ----- fingers whispering touching messages of love... felt rather than heard ----- came to her garden waking all her butterflies... into thrilling flight ----- what could i write of if i had never found you... surely not of love ----- look upon my words find yourself loved within them... wanted and desired ----- i reach in darkness just to touch you a moment... reassure myself ----- forget the mirror see yourself as i see you... hear how i say your name ----- she feared her darkness until he showed her the path which led to his light ----- delightful dining a moveable feast indeed... she could not stay still ----- By Donovan Baldwin