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Make beleive
Three poems trace addiction, exile, loneliness, and memory through surreal images where writing becomes a ritual of survival.
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Three poems trace addiction, exile, loneliness, and memory through surreal images where writing becomes a ritual of survival.
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A reflective collection of seven free-verse poems by Philip Davison, exploring themes of aging, introspection, and human connection through vivid imagery and abstract language.

Exploring the intertwining of memory, grief, and desire, each poem captures the poignant beauty in everyday moments and the enduring ache of loss.

It’s Here I thought it was in the family room, so I cried at the bus stop. The Christmas tree lived there, with ornaments formed from salt dough and my…

I would have had a pack safety in numbers. I would have roamed without fear lived between the trees dreaming of cloud-covered sheep asleep on the hillside. I would have…

The desert told me of the sea that used to be there. Opened her heart, gave me her shells. Told me of her water flowing. Told me of their past…

“I’m surprised you didn’t sit at the famous Round Robin oval bar,” Ted said, nodding over his shoulder at the dark reddish oak bar. A row of cocktail tables with…

It’s that triangle of apprehension between your shoulder blades and the nape of your neck, which senses the unseeable presences that stalk with ravenous intent—the weaponized drone hovering high in…

A month of Sundays passed before Floyd ventured out to play in public. On clear warm days, residents would find him sitting on a park bench next to Jessie and…