Category: Creative Writing
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The Last Cutting of the Season
The street was fairly quiet save for a few trailing screams of fun and joy bursting forth from the mouths of neighborhood kids down the way. They were wearing candied bullet-proof vests while riding their bikes. A big airplane moaned as it crawled across the sky above me. I watched it until it disappeared. Read more
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Plane Ride to Memory Planet
Why is it now 10 million memories later That you appear When I feel my hand empty In a moment of all alone In a moment of going to shore What is this history haunting You restless in my sheets Of dreams On the aeroplane I go To another city, another Rome They take pictures Read more
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At the Speed of Mary Jane’s Insomnia
I was once told by an electric psychic that I would die in a car crash in Montana on a sweet summer day in June in the year 2013. It didn’t happen. But the light bulbs we had for dinner last night were delicious. They illuminated my guts, and she could then see what I Read more
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The Lonely Arcade
Shattered windows cry like Sunday peacocks warning of the impending doom of glass Read more
CEREAL AFTER SEX 