Written by Ron Kozloff When I speak of my heart I describe a Factory after hours. Light from Half-open windows Illuminates the dust On the machinery and faces, like rags, lay scattered throughout, ghosts of family, friends, lovers, enemies. Each one is given is their due and passed over. In this room,…
A Room — Edge of Humanity Magazine
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I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an ongoing project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever-growing love of poetry.
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