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2009
She is complicated.
The good ones always are.
A collection of pain and rejection,
soul searching, fence-perching
love and fear and hate and joy and rage.
Not rage like anger, but like fire.
Passion, the preconscious acknowledgment
that the flesh only lasts so long
and that real resonance is slippery
like a lover after a long night's surrender.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Explaining the Tags
You will note, gentle reader, that all works under this blog now display "tags" to help classify and assign the works for your review and enjoyment.
These largely fall into 4 categories:
Year of writing, e.g. "1999"
Book published in, e.g. "from an unexpected quarter"
Inspiring muse, e.g. "Aubergine"
Genre, e.g. "erotica"
We are still in the process of cleaning up the tags, so please bear with us. Yes, some muses are classified under more than one tag, some poems appear in more than one book, or not yet in any volume, and some years are...hazy.
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