Category: 500 or Less
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If only I could grab myself and hold the wounds together. The wolves watch with piercing eyes. I smell blood… Read more.
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Liquid day Fog, breath Cornucopia of popping white lights Amplified chatter, chaos, screaming children The central corridor of the train… Read more.
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The days are slowly getting longer. The shadows are outrunning the stars. Veils of a stone keep and funeral incense… Read more.
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Spirit shadows linger in windows A green notebook full of random scratchings lies upon a desk Lukewarm coffee sits in… Read more.
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Tossing through the night Dreams of Madagascar and white offices These sleepers And these bleepers of the mind I don’t… Read more.
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I ate a pre-made salad in the breakroom yesterday It was quiet at first But then the numbnuts started rolling… Read more.
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I hate cabbage but I like sauerkraut I hate tomatoes but I like pasta sauce I hate onions but I… Read more.
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Sun on crinkled golden leaves The grass is lemon-yellow The sky is pure blue I can’t believe it is November… Read more.
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Embers remember the coach light And there, a pale December sun Beckons the black birds to rise To carry a… Read more.
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It’s quiet in the house, save for the tea kettle steam engine puffing on the stovetop. The whistle now pierces… Read more.
