Category: Creative Writing
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I was alone to the bone On an afternoon in Rome The ballistic tests all positive Spears sharpened to a… Read more.
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There’s this long line of darkness on the other side of day I stand there listening to the starless sky… Read more.
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And there were orange baptized bullets lodged in a wall of sea salt adobe and skull, a hard skull of… Read more.
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She came down from the sky on a glowing escalator and I waited for her in the parking lot. But… Read more.
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She is everywhere and all over it, a stellar angel chick, shocked me like socket sex, and then just as… Read more.
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The street was fairly quiet save for a few trailing screams of fun and joy bursting forth from the mouths… Read more.
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Why is it now 10 million memories later That you appear When I feel my hand empty In a moment… Read more.
