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Never had the niche itch.


 We’re not:

The type to mass-produce.

To drop the literary deuce.

For the shallow picked and licked

Until it’s oh-so-doggoned slick.

So darned “hot right now” apropos

The latest and greatest Jane/John Doe

Neatly hand-picked and groomed

From the womb to the tomb.

Of a frustrated, dying muse.


The “we” stand apart.


Bearing like arms

Our belief in in the fruit

Of our OWN words.

Of our OWN music.

Of our OWN minds.

Brothers and sisters

Published, distributed,

Strong and determined,

Supporting each other.