Tag: Phoenix
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Still unborn
Spoken word poem By Miriam E. Miles
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And so, she soars
She feared the tide – the ebb and flow of her mind’s capacity – for so long that she almost forgot the sound of it’s gentle swoosh along the shore, the pebbles of creativity pushed gently, purposefully forward.
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The Colliding
Exploration of The Colliding and how this poem came about and what it means.
Miriam E. Miles 