Slipping in the snow-covered leaves? Mud splattered on my knees? The wind whipping through the air? The cemetery lying bare? I long for more woods…
Prose & Cons
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Oh to be a bird: an observer, completely unaware of myself except to feed and to fly which I would do just enough to stay…
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Mer Curious was an ordinary individual. He woke up every day at 6 a.m. to go to work, and he came home at 6 p.m.…
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The thing at the top of the stairs The person at the bottom of the stairs The contact between the thing at the top of…
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words are tools. [i think we forget this.] we place them in specific and precise patterns and know that the order serves a purpose. [just…
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Why am I still crunching sand between my teeth and digging it out from underneath my nails? I gargle with granules in every sip I…
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I knew I should’ve been happy for him. After all, he was my only son and I’ve made it clear from the time he was…
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Sunlight filtering onto the salt-stained pavement peeking through snow and ice. The sound of birds, many, singsonging their tales of travel to their partners and…
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Heart palpitations An overcast threatens me here Breathe; smile pain away
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Rising and rhyming, Rising and rhyming– Rhyming without reason! Melting pot of highs and lows, Black and blue, white and gold, So rich, so elaborate;…