Tag: Creative Writing
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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.
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When in the back of your mind you know you are dying and you try to push it away …… Read more.
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Looking through her red box On a stormy, sunny day A cold room full of hot heart It was a… Read more.
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The baby nearly crawled off the airport food court table because we were too busy arguing. I threw down a… Read more.
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I sometimes wonder about the blood on Mars and the indigo stilettos on the streets of New York. The ‘tack,… Read more.
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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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this angel skull of Harlem doesn’t sing or sink like the wind. it’s laundry day in Manitowoc, the MAT is… 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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