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Lagniappe Submissions Red Slider is a rapidly aging old-hand on the ezine circuit with some print
works sloshing around as well. Some additional gazals may be seen in the
January issue of 'Recursive Angel'
as well as vol XIV, nos 1,2 of Lynx Journal
He will be presenting a premier collection of poems about the life and work
of the sculptor Isamu Noguchi in at BigBridge Press,
in December.
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The world fell from her embrace like a torn cocoon in the splashing rain, leaves blown against the carapace of joie de vivre, the splashing rain weave of wind and say, the watery smears of alphabet bloom, glass-glued messages gaily wrapped, gray and shiny in the splashing rain. Inside, corridors where music flies from windows flung open to the unrolled desert sky; parched promises hide in the splashing rain- milled grains of the secrets she had kept. Thunder eviscerates cafés lining cloud-backed streets where black marble wept the serenity of splashing rain. Soft clay prints mostly made of moss, dried kindle beneath the glaze's slow-baked sense of loss, flowing red as the mud-washed splashing rain. Red Slider  Home
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They saw that the magic was in the words, not in the man.
- Kipling
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