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Here's a poem... it's a weird one I wrote: None By Cody Craig (that’s me) I have no confession other than the vibrations I have offered...

Here's a poem: Pure Anticipation by Cody Craig, 2021 As the smallest finger on my right hand found the tiniest space between desire and...

Here's a poem: Sometimes by Cody Craig, 2022 Sometimes, on the windier days I feel my branches brush against yours. Too many times have I...

Here's a poem: Streaming (or twenty introductions to unrelated poems) by Cody Craig (that’s me) 9/15/21 A stream of something. Right?...

Here's a poem: To me… by Cody Craig (that’s me) A friend comes near trust is never easy warming up is always, always slower than...

Here's a poem: Top Ten by Cody Craig, 2022 I am so tired of listening to falling in love songs only to find myself listening to falling...

What if? (More streams and introductions) by Cody Craig, 2021 What if imagination is the real sixth sense? An ability to perceive the...

sometimes things begin and I don't know where they'll end by me Remember when you met me in the inbetween, a space between the visible...

by me A child of the cosmos you find yourself full of light. A child of God you find yourself full of light. Yet where does it hide, or...

by me Oh the joy to know the unfading unending satisfaction serenely experienced in surrealism and dreams. An experience, I say again,...

I wish I had some insight into what I meant here... by me I had this dream a phoenix on off on off each death a supernova each birth from...

by me There's a talking of dying, the crying, and losing inside or outside or perhaps just around the corner of a loved one or a distant...

by me Yes, of course we’ll hang out. And yes, we’ll find each other and hug each other and know each other and remind each other of those...

by me The cigarette burned through tobacco like a factory burning through oil; a smoke stack sixty feet high polluting the air. Then...

by me I had a dream last night I saw an eagle. The eagle looked to me and said “Speak.” In that moment, I opened my mouth and said no...

by me Once the moon and my mother were lovers. Did you now? Yes, in my mother's tumultuous days. She was so... explosive. These celestial...

by me Let's set the scene The stage dark, lights off, we have emptiness Are things, though, empty if they have never been filled? Is...

by me There is a sexuality, sensuality, spirituality in following the lifelines of your palms. When lifelines touch do we find in...

a poem I wrote on January 3rd last year the beauty is in rushing things rivers running, flowing streams water here, meets the thirst...

a rather silly poem on the beginning of things by me The sun shined on the water's surface assured of its warmth and its worth it reached...