Poetry
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I’ve a funny feeling on my face. I don’t think it’s quite in the right place. These words you find on some line, as I’ve lost the use of mouth. Formulated in time by a mind whose metre is composed in doubt…
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Bountiful Goddess Nourishes All Her Domain. Life of Creation. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Bleached reefs lie beneath, floral-like coral snorkel warmth & pollution. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Abstract or Cryptic? Diagonality Forms Ambiguity. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Foot soles crush branches left strewn about forest floor. Waking the old gods. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Arced revolutions dictate heaven’s direction; always out of view. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Dead leaves spindle forth, cast down from heredity, left cracked-torn rotted. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Life’s Seldom a Ball When You’re Destined to be an Isolationist. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
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Hair strands stand frazzled. For worrying has waded past eyebrow furrowed. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021 Cover Pic
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During Moments of The Utmost Seriousness; My Face Holds Sly Grin. Giuseppe Gillespie – October 2021
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 