Category: Fiction
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The building is encased in snowfall 17 stories, row upon row of windows A yellow-green light spills forth The world outside is cold and white Human beings inside are poised for a fight Another drunken bruise Paranoia, anxiety Thin walls, loud television sets The world is dressed in a midnight…
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The leafless trees are dark against a pale blue sky Men down in the city are raging About crowds, costs, and consumption Christmas is in bloom The town and everything in it are colored red and green Red poinsettia leaves are dangling from the ceiling at someone’s office It’s a…
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A willow chancellor in concrete gloves walks the path that meanders from the school, through the forest, and finally reaches the shores of a lake that very few people know about. He sits down in a place of soft grass and unfurls his lunch pail. He withdraws a sandwich and…
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A spiritual anthropologist sat in a diner in the city on a rainy Thursday morning. He looked out the large picture window where he sat and studied the gray sky and thought about human sin. He brought a coffee cup to his mouth and sipped it. Then there was a…
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It’s Christmas Eve in a town the color of burgundy and pine Cold stars and tattered clouds float within the inky-bruised canopy Store windows glow yellow, the brick of the small buildings are the color of slightly burnt toast People shuffle along the walks frosted with fresh snow They peek…
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