Category: Creative Writing
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The mathematics of the cactus are all a conflagration, graduation to a higher pot and seed and someone please, crush… Read more.
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What is it about this disarray of life that eats at my guts on a hot morning in July while… Read more.
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Now what? He was lying still in the afternoon bed. There was the sound of a blizzard slamming its way… Read more.
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Do you have a rainbow? A colorful one—like cereal. No, I meant an umbrella. For the coming monsoon. I’ve been… Read more.
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I saw an old television set just sitting in the road. It wasn’t plugged in, but it was playing a… Read more.
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I scratched in my personal notebook with a blue ink pen because I was upset again: Why are you so… Read more.
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Out in the Southwest I was Terracotta patio four stories high Two black metal chairs Black metal table Void of… Read more.
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The street was wet with rain and warped neon. I stepped into a bar and lounge called Cucumber. That’s it.… Read more.
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There was a dark, lonely road of dirt that led to a bright spot at the end. There were leaves,… Read more.
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There’s only 12 left again. A pair of tulips, blue and orange. A heartbeat on two lips, river red and… Read more.
