Category: Creative Writing
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The fair light peaks at dawn this heart flattered by the rush another perilous tick tock another band of blue in… Read more.
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It was somewhere between Q-Town and the LA basin of all that glitters and orange grove cathedrals that there came… Read more.
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The low machine hum of the big, big city is entrenched in gaslight dawn. The birds and the killers are… Read more.
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Velour Beans hid deep in The Garden of Carrots in Laos. His uniform was made of unicorn fur and torn.… Read more.
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An ice-cold sugar cookie sun glosses over the lonely bones Of a world derived from godly madness and space dust… Read more.
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Welcome the pilgrims with a pellet gun and a lava lamp kiss. See Hannah cut her finger with a pair… Read more.
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In the serpentine maw of a sun fall begging the good ropes of a life gone wrong fray and bow… Read more.
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There’s a half-empty bottle of Snapple on the desk Love is vicious Love is calm Love is everywhere And yet… Read more.
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The grocery store is full of human corn on the cobs. They walk around like stiff, yellow erections. They’re dressed… Read more.
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There was a heart in Central Park. It was lying there in the curled leaves and the grass saying goodnight.… Read more.
