Eli Lampwick

[Who is Eli Lampwick, and why is he sending me poems? Any clues from fellow Silverbacks? SB SM] A Polished Stone A poem is just a polished stone, Something molten and original, Before the spinning gathered thought Circling a vagrant center, Before the turning of a mind, Before a word was spoken, Sedimented in the... Continue Reading →

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