An eclectic mix of poetry, creative writing, and other nonsense.
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On this, the day of your birth, there’s ample reason for cheer and mirth. Twenty-one years passed, badaboom, since you were expell...
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Six of one, half-dozen of the other; The hours creep along, the sharp edge of a century. Left by the wayside, my ambitions, for a...
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The white panther pads Alight against the grey of winter Stalking through the cemetery Walking there alongside me The white panth... -
Two ravens sit atop fence posts in a long, low-hilly field. Exchanging harsh words, they argue for a little while about bird-things of lit...
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My dog ran away last summer from a pair of dogcatchers. They chased him down an alleyway, and out into the streets. Picking his way thr...
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ACT I, Scene 1 Lights up on Tom in his bedroom. The only furnishings are a low end table next to a mattress laid directly on the floor, a...
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I found a little peace somewhere between free and incarcerated I found a little peace somewhere slathered in paint and wanderlust...
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