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Ocean heal me - poetry
Ocean Heal Me Ocean heal my wounds Ocean renew me with your power Ocean keep me warm Ocean disband my tears Ocean let me grow in your depths Ocean your spray anoints me Ocean be my friend Ocean, heal me. © 1983 Susan Bacon Susan Bacon is a researcher, dramatist and teacher. You can associate her all the way through http://www. ecoentrepreneur. org
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Smith, Marilyn Nelson, and Terrance Hayes on Poetry in Our Times The New Yorker The Poetry Coalition Presents One Poem: A Protest Reading In Support Of Black Lives - Broadway World Elgin News Digest: Blood drive in Geneva, East Dundee teen named youth poet laureate named, rent grant applica Chicago Tribune 'Poetic tennis match' keeps Torrington poet limber with her prose Litchfield County Times Mother of San Francisco beat poetry dies in Albion at 92 Fort Bragg Advocate-News This poetic injustice to pupils must stop The Conservative Woman Mark Gibbons Reads "Poet to Poet" by Melissa Stephenson Spokane Public Radio A new AI language model generates poetry and prose The Economist Call for submissions for the Postcard Poetry Project : SPlog Smile Politely - Champaign-Urbana's Online Magazine Water cooler: Poets to read in a time of political strife The Spokesman-Review Poet Frank O'Hara's imprint on Grafton is small, but large on the world Community Advocate Public Art Projects That Bring Poetry and Participatory Installations to Lower Manhattan Hyperallergic The best recent poetry – review roundup The Guardian From Ovid to Covid: why poetry is enjoying a renaissance New Statesman Poets Salon: Pandemic Panaceas coloradoboulevard.net The Remaking of a Poet ThisCantBeHappening! 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