He woke to golden beams streaming in from the half-closed blinds, the soft morning sun alighting carefully on his face and across his closed eyelids.…
Prose & Cons
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Always trying to expand, Stretching minds, spread wide like a roll of wrapping paper unraveling Unraveling wildly, Letting loose, freely, without boundaries Just some shiny…
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These places sing loud In the good weather. The faces are proud In the good weather. Farmers keep dirt in their fingernails. Tell me no…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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.…
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