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Descending Darkness

Poem   Sometimes darkness surrounds bones and flesh…all is dead among the corpses of the past winds of despair are blowing fast Darkness descends spirits evil transcend and the sun is sleeping poisoned, bloody,...

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Chasing

Poem   Chasing I often ask those why´s but the more I asked The more I lose my way tapping in the dark. Where is the thread of life and light I have offered...

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Looking to Mingle

Short Fiction   Bethany had never attended a singles night before. Yet here she was, sitting at a table by herself. Her drink too weak, her dress too tight, She fumbled with the neckline,...

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At Last

Love Poem Incredible was the sky that day Refreshing was the wind Unforgettable was that moment Unfolding our hopes and dreams And in the crimson sunset we shall walk again never mind in which...

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Another Day

Poem   Today, I am resurrected again. The periodicity of a new day has awakened me from my slumber reign. Tracing the footsteps of the Lazarus, I stand on this shrine; Of another chance....

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Forever Grew

Poem A new day, green and bright Fresh with the greeting Of crisp daylight Mind relaxed, soft and open Feeling the joy Of your own emotion Going outside, excited by life Letting your kite...

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We Already Went There

Spoken Word The emperor’s new clothes Slides from fingertips past lives Freely returned to their Place in the stars No need for stress We are what Flowers are for bees Breeze to mountains ¿Y...

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Fickle Weather

Haibun A gray canopy scatters in a sudden wind. Sunlight bathes the parched grass in radiance it no longer needs. A moment later, one last cloudbank eclipses the sun. budding Maple yearning for warmer...

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3.8.2016

Poem   Remember when I said that I wrote you a poem every week for more than a year and you told me that you read a few and that they weren’t all about...

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The Lot Lizard King

Short Story   The highway glistened with every fat rain drop as the fading sun beamed a bright orange into the cars rearview mirror. Jerry Wells’s vision was as blurry as the passing pines...

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An Adage of Pizza Day

Poem   When its late at night and all you hear is the wind rattling your window pane and a distant siren singing like a chihuahua at passersby, you might think loneliness is a...