My Poetry Page
It's not so good, but it is somewhat sincere in intention. Copyright 2003, 2004, 2005 of course
- On the Eve of Your LeavingBy Liam McEneaneyHand in...
- The Unseen Whipby Liam McEneaneyA black horde desc...
- And On this Spot, May only Lilies Grow . . . I am ...
- UNTITLED SPRING POEMFollow a lane, through the bru...
- This is your poem This is your poem, I have nothi...
- dry-diving (a long and lonesome goodbye) river ru...
- FOOTNOTES FROM A LOST AND WANDERING TRIBE Parts I ...
- Ghosts in a Haunted House Neon stars through br...
- And For Me She Left a Dried Bouquet of Forget-Me-N...
- 04/06/2003 - 04/13/2003
- 01/04/2004 - 01/11/2004
- 01/25/2004 - 02/01/2004
- 02/08/2004 - 02/15/2004
- 05/15/2005 - 05/22/2005
- 08/07/2005 - 08/14/2005
- 08/14/2005 - 08/21/2005
- 10/02/2005 - 10/09/2005
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