Category: Creative Writing
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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.
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When everything is fake like snakes And the lemons are made of wood And the faces are made of mud… Read more.
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A coffee clown sits in a silver diner He looks out the window and watches the rain He thinks about… Read more.
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I had deviled the salads for far too long when the clock struck negative one. A perplexing complex of half… Read more.
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Nerves like cornsilk on fire A plume of atomic orange Flames of blueberry stroke A billion heads collapse and sleep… Read more.
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Picking awkwardberries from the tree of life A subway car injects the city with shaking souls Human fluids in the… Read more.
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A man named India felt like a voodoo doll the morning of his electric birthday. The pinpricks stabbed at him… Read more.
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Thirteen minutes to fill a capsized void. A laundry list of worry as the clock ticks in some kitchen bluebird… Read more.
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I can see my tangled soul reflected in the winter lenses of an office building in the factory district. The… Read more.
