Battlestar Eclectic
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
Category: new word poem
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I’ve been struck with kalopsia. My glasses are tinted rose. I can no more see the squalor than a fat man can see his toes. –Sarah Torribio >>last post <<next post Read more epigrams by Sarah Torribio HERE
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>>last post <<next post See more epigrams by Sarah Torribio HERE VENTERS We are only renters in these lodgings by the shore. But we’re rich in wave-swept venters– driftwood, pirates’ gold and more. –Sarah Torribio
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<<last post >>next post SOLIVIGANT My solivigant soul is hiding under a bridge, like a troll. It’s wandering Russia’s furthest steppes– wants to sit on the porch with a bottle of Schweppes. –Sarah Torribio See more epigrams by Sarah Torribio HERE
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