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Ken Martin

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For All the Days To Come

The stepping stones of memories on the long journey home

Sep 14, 2023

For All the Days To Come

Sep 14, 2023

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Scribe

View From a Painting

We are from the sea and to the sea we must return

Oct 17, 2023

View From a Painting

Oct 17, 2023

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Scribe

On a Sunny Hill in the 22nd Century Being Attended by Steel Hands

The world viewed through melted glass

Jul 25, 2023

On a Sunny Hill in the 22nd Century Being Attended by Steel Hands

Jul 25, 2023

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iPoetry

Show Me All the Hidden Stars

A poem about sharing wonder

Jan 7, 2023

Show Me All the Hidden Stars

Jan 7, 2023

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Scribe

At the Edge of Oblivion

Where the rules of life have no force

Mar 13

At the Edge of Oblivion

Mar 13

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Blue Insights

I Was Engaged in the Third Grade — It Didn’t Work Out Though

A Girl I Hadn’t Even Spoken With

Mar 1

I Was Engaged in the Third Grade — It Didn’t Work Out Though

Mar 1

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Imogene’s Notebook

Westering in a Sea of Disquiet

A poem

Feb 10

Setting sun over sea

Feb 10

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Scribe

Astral Flight

The world as we always dreamed

Feb 4

Astral Flight

Feb 4

None of those really seem to fit, do they? How about a croak of frogs?

Thanks for this, Peter.

Jan 13

Jan 13

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Black Coffee Poetry

Sinking Through Solid

Alienation wandering

Jan 11

Sinking Through Solid

Jan 11

Ken Martin

Ken Martin

A writer in the High Country.

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