Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry
Poetry and Commentary that Smells
For eons or mere minutes on the clock among marble mansions on a cliffside walk or sewage-filled streets in a shantytown, if you shimmer in silk or wear a paper crown - 110 degrees or snow sideways blowing - should you be lost or know where you're going, whether friends are plenty or few, I will walk with you.
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Poetry, Plays, Prose and Song by Ana Daksina
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Pungent Sound Journal of Pulp Poetry 
Lovely.
Gwen.
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Such tidings of comfort and joy!
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should you be lost or know where you’re going,
whether friends are plenty or few,
I will walk with you
– This is exactly what I told my daughter. They are currently under online classes but will probably have face-to-face classes by early next year and as a mother who fears about the pandemic and other things, I initially got worried because she’ll be living in a dorm without me and only with her roommates. As early as now, I’m having separation anxiety. But then again, that’s the reality of it. Oh well. 😊 Thank you for this.
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Heartfelt! 🙂
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