Tag: Creative Writing
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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.
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Grandmama smoked cigarettes, the smoke swirling as the red-wing black birds she watched fluttered like ruby UFOs in the big… Read more.
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She was eating a banana in the produce section. I noticed because I’ve really been into the color yellow lately.… Read more.
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In a cold and dark windy hallway called my deepest sighI look out upon the swaying, bubbling skychampagne sunsets turn… Read more.
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And it was the crack of a symmetrical dawn lepers hanging clothes with no sleeves legless pants heartless armor the… Read more.
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There’s the ache of rain in the air Releasing me from this summer suffocation Lightning bolts burn shocking tattoos into… Read more.
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I had been dreaming about loneliness Alone in bed, alone in a room I looked out the window through the… Read more.
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The ancestral drift of dinner plates 5:15 am egg glow a smile in a mirror old antique wall ghost teeth… Read more.
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A small airplane poked a hole in the cup of the Big Dipper Ran it right through… like a missile… Read more.
