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WHAT NOTHING IS

nothing is the faint scent of suicide
on the skin, the void that clings
to being like the empty night behind it
and nothing is the life within

by David McLean

Hi. My name is David McLean. I was born in Wales
in 1960 though I've lived in Sweden since 1987.
I've been submitting seriously for about a year, and
as of October 2007, I have around 300 poems in 128 magazines
both online and in print. A chapbook a hunger for mourning
with 52 poems is available from Erbacce-press and
Lulu at http://stores..lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=1277957.
More information at http://mourningabortion.blogspot.com