Poems by Aaron Simm
The Internet Friday night – 5:36pm You are about to leave your house for real dinner and real drinks with your real friends When…
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The Internet Friday night – 5:36pm You are about to leave your house for real dinner and real drinks with your real friends When…
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in order to better support this poetry habit bordering on obsession i have decided to try my hand at exotic dancing now, it…
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My Drawers I have an old list I always find in my pocket Balled up, crumpled and recrumpled A piece of paper I’ve been…
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A pod of two together isolated a concession only by the translucence and the green half-hearted compromise of…
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sudoric sheets kicked to foot a practice drawing drapes melting from the mattress pooling on the Catalonia tiles two…
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Graham McDonald asked five questions of Missie Peters, director of the Victoria Spoken Word Festival. Missie in turn asked the same questions to the…
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