Tag: 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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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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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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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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Staring at a blank world An absurd word Telepathy and oranges A blue envelope sits on the desk Scratchings of… Read more.
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“Turquoise turtles tell me where you are. I don’t want to walk around in this world without you, my love.… Read more.
