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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Forge or temper? Truth or dare? Mind or soul? Eyes or hair? Genius or passion? Knowledge or power? Create or destroy? Command or devour? Read or write? Guitar or bass? Teacher or student? Sight or taste? Sweet or sour? Pen or pencil? Love or money? Freehand or stencil? Nature or nurt...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Deep inside a nest built beneath an ancient arbor, The queen bee drones, and feasts upon the labors of her brood. Her workers hold dominion over the whole flower patch, Observe one now: it quivers in the air just above a rose. The swarm is a mindless body without its queen. That is the a...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    The operating table held a cancer patient in critical condition. The surgeon and the anesthetist, clad in perfectly sterile garb looked over him. The patient’s bed was not comfortable; it was a cold, unforgiving steel, covered with foam and cloth. The patient did not need comfort; he would soon...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    “So, I’m thinking, we should take a break, you know… see other people.” Neal admitted, over an untouched cup of coffee. Julia slowly, decidedly, put down her steaming tea and looked at him with dry blue eyes. “So, why exactly?” The response was short, too short for Neal to th...
  • Nonfiction > Sports
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    The chessboard is a perfectly divided eight by eight battlefield. The white and black sides stand apart, mirroring each other, evenly matched. Queens, kings, knights, rooks, and bishops stare each other down behind the parapet of pawns. They wait for the game to begin, to start their elegant danc...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Golden orb resting in her azure nest. She smiles at her children of Earth; Her molten-warm rays pierce the windows of A man in a train halfway home. He taps his feet in time; His eyes drift towards the hands of A wrist-watch, delicate instrument. Silently ticking with the clinking of gears; ...

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