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Sidney Kugelmass was not a man of words, but a man of action. His actions, however, were not preceded by rational thought. From the moment…

It was hot in that dark room, as hot as the blazing sun that weaves itself underneath my skin so that it glows like the…

So you stand, Stillness against the darkened sky, Drawing in the street’s passing eyes. Does it cross your mind Perhaps one day to find yourself…

There is a child, asleep in the dark, Flick’ring in the shadows, a lonesome spark Now a crooked mirror, a shattered smile, Those who had…

I can feel it, It’s as bright as the steady Autumn winds are crisp, It’s as loud as the velvet Sea-foam waves are serene, That…

I stand on the edge of an island that is not my own. Grey water meets grey sky and together they wade toward my palms.…