NEW STEP BY STEP MAP FOR EPOCH POETRY

my eyes took your slender fingers & dreamed on them, they thinned creativeness to a queen referred to as sheba/nefertiti deeming you royalness/producing a fetish of one's hand……we go to meet the realization of makers recognizing who we have been …being aware of how you can Are living, and what everyday living is… …we must spin as a result

Within our increasingly disposable lifestyle, poetry waves the flag of permanence. It musters memory towards the onslaughts of ephemera.if tomorrow’s black poetry will likely not EXPLAIN what's but BE it then pens is going to be electric with feeling igniting and the paper shall turn out to be the poet as well as the poets shall be earth-cloudsâ€