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Tag: Benjamin Del Shreve

Poetry

OUR TEETH BUMPED WHILE WE WERE KISSING

By Benjamin Del Shreve Our teeth bumped while we were kissing our first time in Indiana. A cool evening I wiped the pain from your eyes but ...
  • byKody Ford
  • Jan 2, 2014
Music

The Idle Class Issue 1 Music Sampler

The response for issue 1 has been phenomenal.  As promised, we’ve compiled a music sampler of some of Arkansas’ finest artists....
  • byKody Ford
  • Feb 8, 2013
Poetry

About Limping

Never trust a man who doesn’t walk with a limp and never trust yourself around a woman until you’ve dealt honestly with the limp...
  • byKody Ford
  • Aug 31, 2012
Poetry

“Past Arms Reach:” Benjamin Del Shreve on poetry, life, and reading Shakespeare in detention

By Kody Ford Idle Class Editor Benjamin Del Shreve has garnered a large fan base for an independent artist based on his infectious pop rock ...
  • byKody Ford
  • Aug 27, 2012
Poetry

6/4/11

And my prayer for you is that you would pray, And my song is about you singing And the leaves in the park heave as tide like the anxious bre...
  • byKody Ford
  • Aug 22, 2012
Poetry

Skin

The ground is still rocky and older than we know with glass shovels we say we’ll dig it’s dangerous to break the ground in that...
  • byKody Ford
  • Aug 21, 2012
Poetry

Smile

May your pain and your scars tell on how strong you are May your tears tell on how you will laugh long and hard In the snow may you know you...
  • byKody Ford
  • Aug 21, 2012
Poetry

Island in the crowd

Her face is an Island in the crowd while I was lost at sea banished from prior shores by my own good taste I will gladly go to that strange ...
  • byKody Ford
  • Aug 21, 2012
Poetry

Creation > Invention

I could not hear their orchestra as I’m afraid a child was laughing I could not hear their bombs as time was ticking I could not hear ...
  • byKody Ford
  • Aug 21, 2012
Poetry

On the bridge in Cincinnati

On the bridge dancing to a tune that he was humming both knowing new seasons were coming. Dancing they pledging a friendship tomorrow would ...
  • byKody Ford
  • Aug 21, 2012
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