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Come, let us speak of worldly things for I have heard nightingales sing Quick, drink of nectar, honeydew! But stay not long, for I am due and harried and, then, Time does fly As fast the clock she ticks away as fast the Moon drinks up the day and, drunk on her irony, lies upon the clock-f... - Poetry > Free VerseThe world keeps clanging on Pulleys hiss and rise and fall Cities on my tongue belch; bellow - Rotten industry! Big and small inside my bones And ribs and heart, and me I cannot stand, I cannot rise I am held back by the tides Of seas of grey and cyanide And blood-born waves of things insi...
- Nonfiction > Personal ExperienceIt is a Wednesday night. Quieter than a weekend night, maybe, but not so quiet as it might usually be. The parking garages are full and there are people walking up and down the streets. The local Scientology building, which sits a few blocks away from Ybor’s main street, is alive and glowing with ...
- Poetry > Free VerseHer heart, heart - ! broken like a pinata with candy on the floor and he, scratching his head and wondering if perhaps next time they should find a party game that does not involve a baseball bat (their shadows told them that there's no use for games in the...
- Fiction > Realistic FictionThe sign on the pole said the street was called All Street; it was an all-way, and it was also a bus stop. She sat under the pole with her skirt tucked under her legs, the boredom in her eyes hiding the burning excitement in her chest. The sky was turning light purple with sunrise, waiting for the s...
- Poetry > Free VerseWe seek stars for grain to pass through our hands and, like uselessness, feast on the feats of you to find hope in a thousand shatters and a silk among the glass. We open bottles of the cosmos and live of the rocks that fall while you, ascendant, clothe in aether and sun warmed wine to b...
- Poetry > Free Verseperchance I should approach him daintily, at first, and, timid, say hello shamrocks in our hearts, we’ll speak for a time of jolly things shall we dance, he’ll ask and with viscaria, us two will take to the floor he loves me, he loves me not should I go or should I not? per...
- Poetry > Free VerseOnce upon a time, he said The story’s done, and that’s the end Now what do you know? Can you tell me now where dead thoughts go? The listeners shuffled restlessly Well, you know, I thought it was about said one; The end and then a story begun The other said; You know, I got This idea tha...
