SCRIBBLE POETS
M-R
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CONTENTS

TITLES
FIRST LINES
Mandy MacKAY
E-Mail
August
Idle Thoughts
Runneth Over
Womb men		 He took
I study upon small thoughts
The first erect slithers
We are left,

Jonathan McFARLANE
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/THE NEXUS GALLERY
Softly Spoken Her eyes downcast to hide the shadow

Jeffrey MEIKLE
FIDONET SCRIBBLER
Parasite I suckle from your witch's mark,
Brian MOISSON
WORDLOVERS
I just walked around last night  I just walked around last night 
Raymond PACELLO, Jr
WORDLOVER/E-MAIL
A Man and his Honor 
A Pleasant Puzzling Picture
Adoration
Apprehension
Aurora
Bounty
Conscious
Fancy
Grief
Laborious Truth
Melody
Mental Magic
Palace of the Mind
Parlance of the Heart
Passive Connection
Priorities
Sometimes, Somewhere
Sunday and Poppy
The Common Uncommon
The Orchard of Love
The Paradox
The Rush 
Time
Time's Countenance 
Wanting
Words		 A man and his honour
A simple word,
Beget a thought,
Benign is the eye,
Days continue to pass by
Delightful dream
Do we know anything t'all?
Gentle winter flake of snow
Has time been good to thee?
Hello! Are you there?
How is it that we 
I must do this,
In a sense we live two lives,
In the splendour of the sun
Listening to the words of before,
Morning unfolds with a brisk air 
Shades of the night
Stress here, Stress there;
Tender is the night,
The orchard of love,
The palace of the mind
The parlance of the heart
There he sat- 
There she is
To and fro
Underneath the moon of the world,
ALICIA C. PETERSON
E-MAIL/ILLIAD 32 ANTHOLOGY 1995,  BOP MAGAZINE 1996
Golden Cross
lost inhibitions...
once to the head		 Around her neck
mortal pain, this drunkened blur
placed before a mercurial table
Purplewitch
E-MAIL: PUBLICATIONS, CHILDREN'S BOOKS, COOKERY, FREELANCE JOURNALIST
I Know
If you found a Dinosaur. 
Mum
Old Witch Haggaddy
Poor old Webby
What the Bishop kids did see		 I know where I'm going
In the quiet of the night 
In the darkest hours of the night
Webby the pet rat got sick and died
What would you do if you found a dinosaur?
Mark Antony ROSSI
E-MAIL/PUBLISHED IN JOURNALS IN ELEVEN COUNTRIES/MULTIPLE AWARD WINNER/GENERATION X ANTHOLOGY/ESSAYIST/CRITIC/NEW JERSEY PLAYWRIGHT OF THE YEAR 1997/FOUNDER,  THE STAINED GLASS PROJECT/EDITOR JUST WRITE SITE/OPEN DIRECTORY PROJECT/COLUMNITST 'VOX'/CONTRIBUTER TO  Another Chicago Magazine, The Antigonish Review, Collages & Bricolages, Japanophile, Purple Patch, Slugfest and Scrievner/LECTURER
Days of Grace
Her Sanctuary
Mallory Street Mantra
Nasty Elements
POV
Singing in the Rage
Unchurched Prayer
The Blood We Share
Soda Jerk
The Maxwell's I Remember
The Good Old Days Were Never Here		 before Bruce
brothers, i come before you
cry for the city
in a land of milk and money
in my heart of hearts
in the coffee shop I listen well
in the fellowship of honourable 
The difference of ratdung and raisins
the thing that eats at me
walk with me
when I rest

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