Home Writing Poetry Pre-linguistic Pre-linguistic By Bruce Alford - January 14, 2019 484 A child chews on his toy Lucid imbecility A baby’s lallation All his l’s are r’s— My dumb joy When I talk like him. 16 comments EXPLOREAllAcrylic and Digital ArtAnimationArtBlogCartoonContributor BlogsCreative Non-FictionDigital ArtDramaEssaysFeaturedFictionFlash and Short FictionGalleryHumorInterviewsJournalLettersMusicNon-fictionPerformance ArtPhotographyPhotography and PoetryPoetryPoetryPoetry and ArtPoetry and Author ReadingPoetry and MusicPoetry as a song created by AIProse PoetryQuotationsReadingsShowcaseSpoken WordVideoVideo and PoetryWritingMore nothing personal, just my heart changing its mind Maria Mazzenga - November 29, 2020 my heart beats less in November it has nothing to do with love ice crystals in the morning sun the dead leaves around my feet tight shoes gloved hands last... Anna and the Scourge November 24, 2019 Saturn Swings For The Moon – For Jenn Zed April 17, 2021 .we drift. September 8, 2018