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    Sweet Scent Homicide

    Found her on the slab, still singing—voice box humming through formaldehyde,her tongue, a pink oyster of restless fellatiotapping code the way ii tasted,sweet caviar as the scalpel crossed—"Cut me loose," sweet scent homicide.

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    ...of a sequestered oak

    From the bark of a sequestered oak,my tome-shanty, my wares,I never laid claimed to be a synonymor any other glamor to fame,by writing perfect words.Just a bookshop keeper with a mellow heartand a bobbin for a mind, spinning prose,poetic...

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    SESSION FIVE
    Wednesday, November 26th, 2025
    This session is “The MAGIC of POETIC VOICE.”

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    WHAT IN THE HECK “IS” The MAGIC of POETIC VOICE?
    by Richard W. Jenkins, MFA
    ©2002

    After reading, closely studying, and writing poetry with considerable depth for many ye…Read More

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    Aspirated

    how does it feel to diestaring it right in the facehow does it feel to lieknowing it makes the blood racewhy does it end this wayleaving an empty void insidewhy does it stop todaytaking that remainder of pride left to...

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    • Superb work. Powerful.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Thomas. So glad you connected with the lyrics my friend. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Now this one I can see a bit of the dark side. There’s a deeply relatable element to this that transcends subject or time. Depending on the point of being, it fits multiple topics. We write from a perspective and when it’s shared, it develops unexpected layers. I would like to have seen it performed during your 15 minutes of fame. It must have had a tremendous draw to it, my friend

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Willow. So glad you connected with the lyrics my friend. I was in a very dark place when I penned this one, I was going through something heavy, and it came out in the words. The one thing I truly love about what we do as writers, is the multiple meanings the reader or listener can take away from our words. We as the writer know what we’re really talking about or going through when we create. The reader doesn’t have those blinders on, they are in fact another point of view, without the writers biases. It is a great little song. It got a response from the crowd. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • This makes me feel your pain. The growl had to be wicked on this song.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the lyrics my friend. I was in pain when I penned this, so the words are ripe with it. The growl makes its point known. Appreciate you, cuz.

        Damian

    • hugs dearest Damian I am person who doesn’t know how to stop loving… I feel this write very deeply beautiful soul ❤️

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Brenda. So glad you connected with the lyrics my friend. I don’t know how to stop myself. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Your words transform pain into art, dear Damian! I feel your heart and soul dripping from your pen. Intense and beautiful!

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Elke. So glad you connected with the lyrics my friend. That’s so kind of you to say, what a lovely comment. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • Powerful piece of poetry Damian. Dark and intense! Great work here.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Keith. So glad you connected with the lyrics my friend. I could be dark and intense sometimes for sure. This was a pretty painful time I was going through, life has a way of fucking with you sometimes! lol. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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    A Palpable Hum

    The night was a velvet cloak, heavy and dark, punctuated only by the sliver of a moon that dared to peek through the clouds. Inside the bedroom, the air was thick with anticipation, a palpable hum that vibrated between...

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