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Very soon: scattered voices  One internet post. Ten Poets. Less than thirty days.  Read an unlikely collection of poems submitted by users of a certain social networking site. A diversity of voices communicating on a range of topics through the art of verse. Brought to you by an even more unlikely source, Rotting Horse Publishing.  A house of horror delivers its most unexpected work yet. No blood or boogeymen needed to tell this story.  The story of us.

Very soon: scattered voices One internet post. Ten Poets. Less than thirty days. Read an unlikely collection of poems submitted by users of a certain social networking site. A diversity of voices communicating on a range of topics through the art of verse. Brought to you by an even more unlikely source, Rotting Horse Publishing. A house of horror delivers its most unexpected work yet. No blood or boogeymen needed to tell this story. The story of us.

The Cave | A hiding place for my written words…

The Cave | A hiding place for my written words…

11. By gold painted my city holds its breath for a moment. We all hail (the ball) 12. Autumn demands attention, with its screaming colors bleeding into the world. How silently winter reflects this ...

11. By gold painted my city holds its breath for a moment. We all hail (the ball) 12. Autumn demands attention, with its screaming colors bleeding into the world. How silently winter reflects this ...

6. A flood of birds fell off the roof. Imprinted shadows gave away the wave. Fierce light tinted with the remains of hidden proof. 7. Burning lead pushes slowly my eyes shut this late. Practice tom...

6. A flood of birds fell off the roof. Imprinted shadows gave away the wave. Fierce light tinted with the remains of hidden proof. 7. Burning lead pushes slowly my eyes shut this late. Practice tom...

> 1. Burning tired eyes due to the burning stomach hole. Coffee brings and holds the status quo. 2. The Morning stretches out though the mists breathing fields belch water feeding me yet not wak...

> 1. Burning tired eyes due to the burning stomach hole. Coffee brings and holds the status quo. 2. The Morning stretches out though the mists breathing fields belch water feeding me yet not wak...

16. In purples and red. In wavy water-colors paints a sunset the sea 17. All souls mingle here this eve so hollowed, guarded. Hope to see some friends! 18. Ringing metal is bouncing rain into the w...

16. In purples and red. In wavy water-colors paints a sunset the sea 17. All souls mingle here this eve so hollowed, guarded. Hope to see some friends! 18. Ringing metal is bouncing rain into the w...

Award-Winning & Bestselling Scifi Series—Post-Human

Award-Winning & Bestselling Scifi Series—Post-Human

Award-Winning & Bestselling Scifi Series—Post-Human

Award-Winning & Bestselling Scifi Series—Post-Human

There it lay, still dry before the lick a little cloud of air on the lip. Just before everything changed just before everything was said.   The moistening, a ratification of what will follow. ...

There it lay, still dry before the lick a little cloud of air on the lip. Just before everything changed just before everything was said. The moistening, a ratification of what will follow. ...

26. A virtual cloud wrapped its violence around my head. From there brimmed dark twigs in a rotary rattan blocked the twilight. I left the soft border behind, burning while its collapsed on itself.…

26. A virtual cloud wrapped its violence around my head. From there brimmed dark twigs in a rotary rattan blocked the twilight. I left the soft border behind, burning while its collapsed on itself.…

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