Poems from Annette M Velasquez

As I travel through life's valley, indications of His love continue to rise and I'm assured that my sorrows and losses are simply, "...
I remember jumping rope on the sidewalk and games of hopscotch and hide and seek with other kids on the block. I remember children's...
Sound like a shaman's chant- cacophanous, surreal... murmurings reverberating mindlessly- richocheted humming as a choir of beatnik angels...
Not of voice nor an utterance. Not a coming into language, - but without words, primeval, - communication nontheless. Pure melody- sound...
After the writer's retreat the poet, who I so admire- ( the one who organized it) began an online forum. And this features questions and...

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