I had a dove and the sweet dove died.... – John Keats I watched prairie dogs every day, rise before the sun, stand with their paws pressed together facing …
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I spent some of my girlhood drenched in daisies, kicking my soft slippered feet while sitting on my …
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LOYALTY Those faithful souls cannot be bought - the double-crossing can't be taught - that principles without a price, won't compromise or sacrifice, it's not a skill - a practised …
Poetry
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These overpriced, one-use icky organic wares stubbornly resisted my attempts to elicit a response. I prodded and jabbed at …
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There was a woman who came sometimes to the back door of my club. She would knock four times …
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In my old age before my old age I reach for a glass of water, a book on the nightstand. The Inferno is popular.
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Thoughts accumulate, and memories such as encode oppositions to oneself, the way which, when thoroughly lost in the forest, …
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The bagel rolled out of my sweatshirt pocket and spun to a stop in the bus lane. That was …
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do you ever feel like a half a grapefruit at breakfast A sharp metal spoon keeps asking digging and scraping the sides of you and everything You’ve made and the …
Poetry
an uneven stone word round in & out but still hard to bite on. (scared it slips out my mouth) I miss your hands the leather the grease the ink …
Poetry
------------------------------------------- An emanation of Narcissus ------------------------------------------- The Virgin with wide eyes and glossy hair the grape leaves filligreed in oaken beam add depth and heft to contingent contained thought the …
Poetry
""I'll save you,” Lily said, grabbing Luke’s arm, beyond worrying about how she must look to the elderly folk …
Short Story
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Poetry
