September

Tag: Poetry

  • Progress in Languages

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    Andrew Thomas
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    These are the short sentences from my recovery. Now the background on these is that my Care Team believes that I may have been taught foreign languages as rehabilitation starting in third grade from a hit to my left cortex when I was six years old. The left side of my face was badly damaged…

  • Moon Mist

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    Andrew Thomas
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    A collaboration between Andrew and Copilot Oh the night is soft and easy,and the moon is smilin’ wide.Got a little tune inside me,and it’s glowin’ like a firefly. Oh the night has got my night time…and the day has got my dreams.The reason I believe them.The reason it seems.Is I sing my songs to heaven.They’re…

  • I Woke Last Night

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    Andrew Thomas
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    I woke last night to the sounds of fifteen gunshots. A poem is a strand from a Mirror. A poem is a noun. Its meaning Its adjective, it exists in one scene. A story is a verb. Its theme is its adverb. It has motion. It moves like a vehicle. Its story is how it…