Poems from Sylvia Davis Mar

I lost that timeworn, white gold wedding band, the one that represented a broken purity that we as humans have destroyed. I lost my stern...
In craftsman-like precision, the professionally sculpted syntax arranges into a pristine queue Scaling the page's length and width,...
There are times that I miss you deeply. It comes like a crisp September wind. Your eyes, they dazzle all over me, Then I realize it’s all...
numbness is what I feel most when I am alone. tears rarely streak across the flecked cream of my shell in solitude all the while waves are...
this place you call home, well it’s burning you down find a place for change, take a chance, invent hope you’re more than what you do and...

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