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What's up with the changes as far as editing our work? I went to edit a poem of mine (Six Blocks) and it wouldn't let me edit the body of it, forcing me to upload a 'new version', which then (instead of updating the piece) made a *duplicate* of the piece in my list, with now zero reviews. Sigh... The way it was before was better, now to edit your work, you have to upload it as 'new', and end up losing all the reviews you had on the item. Or am I doing something wrong? Help! How do we get them...

Six Blocks Riding down in the elevator- floor is dirty, someone’s spilled something again. Lobby, echoes, glass doors and little fingerprints, Busy street outside- It might rain. Walking. Walking over the bridge above the river, my hair now damp from the misty spray of the falls. A pair of young lovers in my way leaning over clasping hands No words...gazing At the swirling blackness and foam- I don’t stop. I’ve seen it before. See them before- Different faces but every day they are here. Walk...

Chapter 1 Another Funeral Sunshine... Bright, almost blinding, bathing everything it touches in warmth...the sound of birdsong, the scent of spring grass and good, sun-warmed earth...all under a sky of robin’s-egg blue. The sort of day that makes one happy to be alive, and exactly the sort of day that feels innately wrong for a funeral. Inside the funeral parlor, as barely audible strains of melancholic tunes waft in from the musician in a far room...whispers and gentle sniffles can be heard...

Expiration Dates Hey youth! With your hip-huggin’ sashay walk, and your torn-denim, rock star swagger- I wonder, What is it you see, when you look at me? A nondescript woman, forty something- and reasonably well preserved? I’ll bet you imagine my life to be dull- Just one of many cookie-bakers strolling the mall, in search of polyester and comfortable shoes- Is that the way you see me? Well youth, how about you pull up a chair and I’ll give you the lowdown- the facts as I know them, honest, p...

A Salute to Youthful Rage Oh glorious Youth I watch you in wonder, as you shake your fists at the powers that be- And you rail against the corruption you see, Beating your fists bloody on the machine of war- As it rolls right over you. Oh Youth, I wonder- Do you know you’re not the first to take up the call? Do you know this corruption is a lingering illness, A festering sore that’s been seen before, and sadly, will be seen again. The dogs of war never stop circling- On the scent of fresh mea...