Tag: Poems by Adam Donaldson Powell
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Avec le temps.
sea lines. the ebbing of foam and spray from sea lines reveals glittering calico pebbles and shell fragments on coastal sands. during the interim of drought and abandonment, the brilliance of this treasure trove is dulled by disclosure and desiccation. there they remain, rather indistinguishable from the multitudes, and dream of baptism by tidal reclamation.…
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“Glamour” is two rockin’ cello-players!
GLAMOUR. Walking the fine line between glamour and sobriety … taking care not to fall between the cracks … not to believe in the darkness of the daylight alone, away from the glitter of champagne cocktail nights, designer jackets, tastefully-torn jeans and uncomfortable shoes. The music must not stop; shine the camera on me just…
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It is your turn to cry, baby …
DON’T ASK. please don’t ask me how I am; you can’t really expect me to be any different than I was yesterday. we’re all really quite normal — me, myself and I, and in spite of our narcotic state can be up and down simultaneously. and don’t look at me too long; I despise those…
Oso Para Vos 
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