Category: Writing
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Lemon Bird
A lemon bird I made a fool of myself over As if she were a green flash, a gold Medal, or a first date’s blue eyes — I love her Less naturally now. It’s like she’s God And I have to read my belief in her off A page in the prayer book. For a…
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Treasure in My Head
We hung suspended in dark misty space, cut off from the world by the roar of the engines and the rush of cold damp air. A few lights blinked and flashed below; big guns, perhaps. All-consuming was the bitter, enveloping cold; the skin on my face was numb and lifeless from the wind. Quite suddenly…
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The Anchor of Your Life
I believe that all roots run deep,Though they may not be visible to the human eye,They build a strong foundation,By reaching out and intertwining. They become a secure anchor,As a life begins to grow. I believe that every day has potential,And that the layers of your life,Are expanded by experiences,That connect the rings of your…
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The Secrets of Kraken Mare
Syllar glanced out the window and sighed. Today was not going to be a great day for harvesting oil. Seeing that he was on Titan, 790 million miles away from Earth, harvesting a resource that nations had warred over for thousands of years, how could any day be a great day for harvesting oil? It…
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Metamorfossi
“You Americans need to step out of yourselves, we like you people,” George White Eye[1] insisted, his own focus lit wide, wider than the small room in which I lay. I cannot respond with his fingers inside my mouth. “You understand what I say?” I nod impatiently, just wanting to get on with it. The…
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The Valley
The valley was ten miles and several worlds away. I hailed a taxi at the station and we drove out of town as the late autumn afternoon began its characteristic hush. The road soon began to drop towards a broad wooded valley with patches of mist here and there. I asked the driver to pull…
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Revisions
Lao Tzu, Thoreau and Dr. King were jailed. But though they’re dead,people still know and even sing a lot of what they said. King was killed. And Christ. And we have made them holidays.The others willed us poetry to tell us of their ways. Rosa Parks declined the seat her driver said to take.For Joan…
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Deliberating the Drastic
for Kevin You have felt tugged, as by some foreign forcetaking you to the exotic landof Good, where everyone’s self-made and livesas an aristocrat, then pulled to Better,then Best, stretched past your limit to Beyond.And that great force has made your Soul feel taller.But when you’re on the brink of being snappedin two, my good…
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Battle Wounds
The sly whisper from mother to daughteron her wedding day still echoes in her ears,“Don’t blow up.” A smile creeps across her face, knowing her arrowhas hit its mark. The wound lies festeringin the daughter- a broken arrow never to be pulled from her heart. Featured Download: If you would like a…
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there’s something
there is something to the act of letting go. letting go of your wants and desires, trading them for what becomes your needs never realized. in the sense that our very detailed, put-together and controlled lives can be abandonedwith a single thought, replaced instead with a primal desire for all to be right. all to be right,all to be right,all to be…
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Twilight
I’ve reached the age of forty-twoAnd squint to read small print and clocks;Can barely thread a needle through,And Mondays, slip on mismatched socks.But while most shapes are getting blurred,My eyesight getting worse and worse,Intangibles seem less obscured.Nevertheless I curse the curse For though I see the dusk aheadAnd wish with all my ebbing mightIt were…
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Hide-’n’-Seek
I used to enjoy games like Hide-’n’-Seek. The last time, I recallsqueezing down, flat on my side,behind a chest of drawers along the wall in the middle of the house. I was concealed so wellI could hear everything, and, for the most part, see.And no one found me. And I fellasleep. At Ali Ali Income-Free…