Sorana SALOMEIA
WORDLOVER

Angel of the Moon Blind Labyrinth Remind Me… Simsalabim Splendor

Abracadabra from nowhere, with lightning Could it be true? Did you say something? Remind me to regret you The golden butterfly of the loving

Marc SHERLAND
WORDLOVER

Cower Lower Life Jewellery Kippers for Bill Misfired Night Travails Not Proud of Death Old Love Rabbie Burns Serpentine Fruit Synchronous Anchorage The Sforza Horse The Sweet Fix

Ah Eve, what guilty sins, did you release, Ah kippers, food for bonny wee nippers, Cupid your arrow stings and spears my heart; Death, be not proud, for you have done your worst, Diamonds are black soot crushed under How can you ask me if I love you true ? I saw you from a distance, I'll turn these eyes away to look at stars, Its not that I dinna like yer auld Burns, Taller than brash, boldest brave this great horse When golden sun has scared away the cloud, When you searched for your silly hat and scarf,

Porcelina SPRING
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/SCRIBBLE I, II, III

Fixing my complexion GIMMEE ALL YOUR MONEY

I'll buy all the stock Skin

Patrick P. Stafford
E-MAIL/POETRY/CRITICISM/FICTION/DRAMA/BIOGRAPHY/SCREENPLAYS/ESSAYS/ARTICLES/VARIOUS AWARDS/

Stardancer
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/WORDLOVER/E-MAIL/THE NEXUS COLLECTION/THE NEXUS GALLERY/COLUMNIST

Marie ST. ONGE-DAVIDSON
WORDLOVER/THE NEXUS COLLECTION/North American Moderator of Wordlovers

As The Geese Fly  Backwards Caviar and Champagne Coma Dawning Gibbous Moon Her Father's Eyes Here & Now Journey Just a little later (For Scott) Late Garden Looking Onwards Mirrors Old Friends, New Friends, Best Friends Old Man Party for One Silent Wish Solo The Convent The Song of Truth Through A Frosted Pane Time To Go  Two Haiku Untitled We're Here  Wife Wordloving You Asked Me Why

And I could never say A sharp twig within the nest Awaking slowly before dawn Beginning at no given times Bloody cold up here Cold white winter snows Drifting in and out of unconscious sleep Flew home on a gibbous moon I feel an incredible need to get far I passed you in the crowd the other day I saw an old man today and he  My windows open, my door is wide Murky waters tinged with guilt Navy blazers with badges of Mary's  Pass through the crowd of vapid eyes Rising blood red suns setting in deep Standing here in front of you The caviar lays in its little jar The hands have stretched and touched  The Wish was mine, only love Today I ran a thousand miles Today I watched the last geese fly Turn your palm toward me Wading barefoot into weeds years  Waiting so long with patience to see We gathered together We're hiding here When late at night, and the world has You are there and I am here

Jeremy  STRINGER
E-MAIL/SCRIBBLER/WORDLOVER/WEBMASTER/DENIZEN OF THE ISLE

SU'RATT
E-MAIL

Hollow Ones No where to turn, no way to run

No where to turn, no way to run You fear nothing, yet you fear us,

Douglas H. THEW
E-MAIL/EDITOR

Alice  THORPE

FIDONET SCRIBBLER/RETROSPECTIVE/MODERATOR/WORDLOVER/EGROUP MANAGER/EDITOR/INHABITANT OF #MAGICISLE/THE NEXUS COLLECTION/OBSCURITY

T.I.C.
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/THE NEXUS COLLECTION/SCRIBBLE III/TWO SOFT COVER 'COLLECTED WORKS'

Dave TOOHEY
FIDONET SCRIBBLER/HISTORIAN/AUTHOR

Jayne Waggoner
WORDLOVER/WEBMISTRESS/VARIOUS PUBLICATIONS

Hourglass of Time Self Tis Love To Know Tomorrow

Alone in the midst of the forest of  Her face brightens Many times Sand

Jonathan Wilgermein
E-MAIL
 

Elegy For Hermit Spinster Rickety The Tree

Boy fled from holy ground Planted a seed for my birth We never took much notice of that big old tree

Will
SOMETIME WORDLOVER/E-MAIL/WEBMASTER

001 Alone (1999) Childhood Dreaming fit i want to die Kiddy Feeling Little Mind Ode to Mother night Shroud talk about life for a while The Trial untitled and un-issued war what do you think world

as these tears come down everything in me have you ever smiled i close my eyes I live here in my little world It's always been my friend night is our passion peace is devoured by war running and running shroud of darkness take my hand the rain comes down we're all looking for our miracle man winning is surviving you say it's nothing

Ernest WILLIAMSON III
E-MAIL/PAINTER/COMPOSER/PROOFREADER

For the Sake of Saturday  Mate in 77

I sought the coils in dainty yellow pillows  love made the sun set

Lynette Wrigley-Brown
FIDONET SCRIBBLER