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  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Look. See. See the sun sink. See the moon rise. See the Fabergé dome of the skies and see, See the gaudy cosmic bling, see the cities of the heavens busy in the night, Watch the satellites murmur their correspondence across the shimmering void, See the florescent moon. See the blue world a...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    the bagels taste of gasoline as it makes my nose ache and my head spin hazy the man with the hat attaches the hose and a hum of a motor the air is satin cigarette and all about the yellow hue of mountain dew and florescent lights with bug specks Click sixty dollars Away...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    When in high school your world becomes small. Chairs and desks under a low mouldering ceiling that becomes the sky to you. An elephant in the desert is an ant, yet under a roof, within four walls, gray wrinkled skin fills all, covers your vision like a blindfold, limits your periphery to t...
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    the dusty skins are the same as the dusky skies and the splintered deck and the quart of purple fruit that is sitting in my lap. their flesh is warm a branch of bone is their new tree in a high and blustering wind, my hand is the wood of misery I clutch at one and it stares at me a bruise b...
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    Wouldn't the world be better if everyone knew just how close they were to happiness at the end of their shopping list? Eggs Milk Butter A perfect man A perfect butt A perfect life Orange juice Between the skittles and the cigarettes beside the mint fresh menagerie the wisest eyes on ear...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Some days I feel like an egg, insides all scrambled by the hectic toss of my day. I am a humpty dumpty and I stand on the brink of  falling if some small push sends me tumbling, my fragile body shrinking from the cold hard floor. My world feels small and close, my carton sides pushing...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
    February 8, 1787 Aima woke to the sound she always woke to. Crying. Baby Gabe was hungry again. Funny that no matter how loud the storm was outside it was always his pitiful wailing that got her up. She looked down from her pillow at the writhing mound of swaddling clothes in the trundle bed belo...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
    November 4, 1803 “We have to talk about Robert…” The whisper made him look up from his papers. It was Loretta. He sighed and continued to write, a thorn of annoyance twisting in his gut. “We have to talk about Robert…” Her voice was hoarse, as if every word strained her, as well it ...
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