Storm
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Ice Dragon
Icicles like dragon teeth hang from my house. They drip, drip, drip, like blood in the sun. Like crooked piano keys they dangle precariously from the edge of the roof. Wet, cold spikes, remnants of a crippling storm, they let gravity pull down their tears and drop them to the ground. The sun’s orbish glow… Continue reading
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Thunder Owls
With a book to read and a bite to eat I plagiarize my wounds The stone archway is a shelter from the rain Through Old England searching Voices arguing in the distance Clomping hooves on the bridge overhead Yellow lamps Their light desperately reaching out Through the bursting torrents of water Thunder owls howl through… Continue reading
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