Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...i have shed my past like snakeskin..."
"...Like a speaker it did not speak about the matter..."
"...it blows away into the negation of wasteland blues..."
"...Descendent of Olympus on the peaks of Gotham..."
"...Star-struck I watched In awe..."
"...I've been taking this kind of trash for too long..."
"...The pyramids and the stones, they are both built of broken spines..."
"...Resisting change is futile as the sheep slaughter themselves..."
"She says she wants to know me..."
"...Here life stops a while for me, just to see you, dear..."
"...That way she makes you fall in love..."
"...If the search is only for fault lines..."
"...run dry of space and tolerance..."
Shelly Norris ripened in the wild west on a farm in Wyoming. She hails from a long line of post- Civil War migrants, pioneers, scofflaws, and illegitimates; wherever there is a "bastard" break in the lineage, that?s her line of people.
"...never tired of making the most of each moment..."
"...we're faced with the chief ironies of our businesses..."
"...I started reading about dinosaurs becoming birds..."
"...The myth of love still lives..."
"...Every note a treasure, like clouds passing by..."
"...Replaced, altered, that is how I feel...."
"...it's the time of the intergalactic nerd..."
"...the latest thing we thought would save us..."
"...Irony of closed bars and finding myself drinking far more..."
"...the shades of a waterfall's frozen ardor..."
"...The stars disappear and the Universe gets enveloped in darkness..."
"...embark on my crazy chronicles..."
"...one day I will make a sword..."
"...you've come to a place seeking enlightenment, change or merely asylum..."
"...Friday nights with whole families dancing..."
"...a whole sky Of stars through the night..."
