Category: Creative Writing
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I felt the breath of God in Santeeby the shores of Lake Marionthe spiders like aliensweaving webs the size of quiltswhite and silk tapestries of insect threadjungle creatures with big, black eyesand I looked to the skyovercast and clouds a boilingthe wind blew through the treetopsknocking the leftover rains from…
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Red stars and atom bombs, gas globes spinning in the heavens dripping flawless arms of colored smoke.
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Excerpt: The hum of existence rides like trains on rails, the gentle rock, the hypnotic sway through a countryside of rolling green and small villages, mountains and curving streams, lapis lazuli skies above Nepal.
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I went down to the river. The mighty Pecos River that wasn’t so mighty. Maybe like me. I stood on the edge looking down at the slowly swirling brown water.
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Airplanes streaking across the sky on the same warm summer day wrecking balls sexing up dirty brick walls all in the name of pain, windowpane
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My name is Magnolia Shakes, and I was born on July 28, 1970. Exactly eight years later my daddy died in an act of self-killing out on the interstate near where we lived.
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+ Accident, Dallas, Dolls, Fiction, Happy Birthday, Interstate, Novel Excerpt, The Shakes, Wizard of Oz+
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I enjoy the smell of blue Play-Doh, it reminds me of childhood wounds
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 