WE WELCOME PROSE ON THE BLOG.   THIS PROJECT HAS ALWAYS BEEN A CHALLENGE TO DESCRIBE SUCCINCTLY, BUT MANY POETIC WRITERS AND SOULS WRITE IN PROSE AND MANY NARRATIVE POEMS ARE ALREADY PROSE-LIKE.   SO: AN INVITATION TO ALL OF YOU PROSE-WRITERS: PLEASE JOIN US.   SEND "CONTACT" ON THE GOFUNDME SITE 

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