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COMPLETE. One of my occasional writing practices is cerebral poetry. Just me, some great coffee, random orchestral in the background, and my very hipster typewriter that prints in cursive. Is there meaning to anything I've written? Perhaps. I find that poetry often speaks more to the reader than of the writer, and this form is more like art than poetry (hence the pixelized cover portrait of The Fifer, by impressionism artist, Edouard Manet). =================== :: Updates for OLIVER'S WEATHERWORLD: Infrequently. Unlike my other work, I'll be posting in small, easily digestible doses. :: Spoilers, overt negativity/hostility, and self-promotion will be deleted. :: MCliffordAuthor on Twitter/Instagram/Snapchat/Facebook :: Copyright 2017 by M. Clifford. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission in writing from the author.
INTO WEATHERWORLD
