30 x 30:16

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Paul:
.
He fed me bars
of his sweet guitar
when I could no longer play.

I fed him melodies
(the key of E)
along with some things I had to say.
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30X30: 15

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Morley:
.
while you wrote of love lost
and of summer in paris,
i fell in love with words:
yours.
through your literature
................i discovered
my amorous appetite
for the alphabet.
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30X30: 14

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doug:
.
one year you spent (not) telling me how to act
before that magic moment changed my life . . .
then you held me in the limelight - it was magic for you too!
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30X30: 13

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cartwheels:
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quand j’ai découvert ‘mon talent spécial’,

j’ai fis la roue

.......à travers de notre cour

jusqu’au coucher du soleil!

oh que j’aime la gymnaste, les culbutes

,sauter,

...................grimper et plonger

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30X30: 12

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marie-françoise:
.
again tattered, unbathed,
you alight the bus
with
..... that smile on your face
dire yesterdays do not hinder
your hope or the skip in your step
..... do you dream,
still?
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30X30: 11

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albert:
.
your concern was my proof.
someone was watching,
listening.

we both paid a price
. . . . .indeed mine was costlier
for shattering glass walls.

i’m 30 years late,
. . . . . . . . . . . .. . .i know
. . . thank you
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30X30: 10

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mme parent:
.
She believed in that little girl with the little voice (it was I she chose to solo at La Cathédrale’s opening celebrations!) so I was able to believe in myself.
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30X30: 9

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keith:
.
braced little boy legs,
smiling softly,
it was you who taught me
that my world included kindness, peace and friendship.
...your footprint,
still,
impressed on the shores of my memory
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30X30: 8

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julia:
.

providing a fresh texture to my spirit,

your words gave voice to mine - with you as my guide,

i have discovered rich hues of purple, synchronistic journeys, the artist’s way . . .

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30X30: 7

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wasabi:
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i place the pungent green goo atop ginger, roe-rolled rice confines of a tiny treasure hiding within, prepared to reach the zenith of alimentary highs... then i do it again!
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30X30: 6

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Chantal:
.
it’s about time! she says.
. . . what?
you don’t belong here, you never did.

sheepishly i smile,
walking away
from the familiar green cubicled
prison,
O!ppressive human-less habitat
.

30X30: 5

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Stuart:
.
he nuzzles his nose in my hair and the rhythm of his breath enters my spirit like the rush of fresh waters in the springtime after the snow has melted
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30X30: 4

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mgl:
.
irreparably wounded
love
remains the elusive intangible.
my lips part to say the words

he will blink at
and

then (sadly) conjecture
about whether
he’s obliged to reply:
moé too

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30X30: 3

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snow angels:
.
cold calms my fall,
from gelid lips crackle crisp ins and outs

. .stamped
on earth’s winter wrap
. . . .a cushion from heaven

precise length of arms, legs: mine
birthing angel wings
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30X30: 2

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kevin:
.
he wonders what their lives are like, what secrets lurk among the shadows of their daydreams. i wonder what his sleep is like and which words he’s not discovered yet
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30X30: 1

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I will write thirty dirty little words for thirty days to come to say everything or nothing on the subject of something (which) or someone (whom) has touched my life.
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