Category: Creative Writing
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There was some blood, and she wet a finger and ran it across one of the scrapes and then stuck… Read more.
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“I don’t mind tree huggers, but I draw the line at ass lookers… No, you dumb horse, take a gander… Read more.
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At the end of gravity, only the heartless still eat and smile and roll around in the dirty motel cities… Read more.
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The mountains in Albuquerque are to the east. In most places I’ve lived, they were to the west. I always… Read more.
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I felt a Rikki Tikki Tavi ghost ship cut through my spleen as I walked across the lot and into… Read more.
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Empty roads beckon wanderlust, Heaven torn asunder by the sun Read more.
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I saw Elvis making crop circles in Atlantis from the window of my pink wooden house Read more.
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Halfway through the memories on haunted hill, halfway through the turnstiles stuck in glue, sun burns red, sun burns blue,… Read more.
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Memories are deposited, the pains and joys withdrawn – it’s like black-and-white Poland to me, wandering in rags, sleeping in… Read more.
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I can’t say anything anymore, it doesn’t fit through the walls — the sun paper is too thin over the… Read more.
