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    Per Mutations of Solace
    Per Mutations of Solace
    Per Mutations of Solace
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    Per Mutations of Solace

    By M. Zane McClellan

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    Poetry that doesn't have to be deciphered to be enjoyed. Whether you are a student struggling to understand poetry or an accomplished poet you will find this collection of poems instantly relatable and evocative.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherM. Zane McClellan
    Release dateSep 1, 2018
    ISBN9780463130049
    Per Mutations of Solace
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    M. Zane McClellan

    I grew up on Long Island in New York. I attended Adelphi University where I studied Psychology, played lacrosse, and was the freshman class president. There I would have my first success with publishing my poetry when an on-campus poetry contest honored me by selecting all six of my submissions for inclusion in their poetry book. After college, I joined the Marine Corps where I served honorably for three years. In 1982, I was named Marine of the Year for Camp Smedley D. Butler in Okinawa, Japan and then was stationed at Camp Lejeune in North Carolina. My poems have been featured in Praxis magazine for Arts & Literature, the BeZine, and in the Felan. I self-published my first two books of poetry, Poetry from a Wabi Sabi Heart, My Angel, My Muse, and recently, Per Mutations of Solace. I am working on my debut novel, a fantasy that draws on African myth, folklore, and legend.

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      Per Mutations of Solace - M. Zane McClellan

      Per Mutations of Solace

      Peace through Poetry

      M. Zane McClellan

      The key to growth is the introduction of higher dimensions of consciousness into our awareness.

      ~ Lao Tzu

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      Copyright © 2018

      M. Zane McClellan

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      No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permissions contact:

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      Tear Down These Walls

      My tongue is restless.

      Pressing

      against the roof

      of my mouth.

      Blocking

      my epiglottis,

      cutting off the flow

      of my breath,

      the flow,

      in or out.

      Leaving my uvula to

      hang

      like an empty

      wind sock,

      dangle.

      The voice of a

      mockingbird

      that never sang

      before it strangled.

      My tongue is swollen

      like a storm-filled creek,

      swollen and pressing,

      against the back of my teeth.

      Leaving scalloped impressions

      like the shields

      of riot police.

      Trying to contain

      a river

      rushing over its banks

      flooding into the streets.

      My tongue is insistent,

      my spirit resolute.

      My tongue is not blind

      my heart is not mute.

      My tongue is my trumpet

      sounding the call.

      It echoes throughout Jericho,

      tear down these walls.

      A Laying on of

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