Tag: Creative Writing
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Winter’s weight and dust galoreEyes heavy in the pain of dawncheekbones achewhiskey madness takes its tollon an ever-building mint bridge… Read more.
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I felt the breath of God in Santeeby the shores of Lake Marionthe spiders like aliensweaving webs the size of… Read more.
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There is orderThere is disorderThere are purgative drugsAnd there are clouds to sleep on It was a day that was… Read more.
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I enjoy the smell of blue Play-Doh, it reminds me of childhood wounds Read more.
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This is all a divine anatomical tragedy I thought as I leaned on the cold wet rail of green looking… Read more.
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The pit burns, hurts, the thinking of no reason, no need, no purpose, no peace, no rest, never rest, just… Read more.
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The mutual poet and I wrapped our scars around rainbows like barbed wire cuts of rust wrenching the tears from… Read more.
