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Brighton Pier

All we are left to play with Is some sadness And a few neat addictions To fears Walks And compulsive reads. Then also staring at the open sea Learning how to squeeze Some wisdom...

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Taking Flight

Short Story I’m surrounded by concrete buildings, as hollow as cicada shells. No more than a story tall — two at the most — the windowless grey edifices dot the immediate landscape around me....

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Isn’t it Beautiful?

Poem   Spirits in my head Invisible to you But so real to me. Ghosts move about In the most silent moments Putting me to sleep. Do you see The colorful bouquet Growing out...

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Psychadelic

Poem   In the afterglow I shine like a worm. Verses go swirling round my head again; The day is pale and grey. Cracking eggs on the windowsill, And thawing butter on the radiator....

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Serenity

Spoken Word So it came to pass, that one morning I awoke, and the Serenity Prayer snapped into place within the folds of my grey matter. After so many years, the ghosts populate more...

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F.U.Z.Z

The ocean is outside. The whispered roar of the waves crashing against the side of the boat can be heard in every room. It lulls you to sleep at night. That’s why you leave...