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Night-time bonds

Such masculine hands, holding me close.

Allegory...the Monster

All the sheep looked just the same Their fleece had the very same tint The same touch, the same scent Each one was precise his brother Then in the...

Beards- of the goatie variety

Trivially hirsute

In The Hours of Shadows

In the hours of shadows Amid the silent moments I contemplate partition Visions obscured by the ebony depths I am consumed Stripped of the contrived...

Venus

We've run out of time...

The Ring

High heels slipping on cobblestone roads

Pomegrante

You can have... all the life you can stomach. Dig right in; it's okay. Would you like a drink now? Something hard, I hope? Drinking guests are a...

Melissa's Party

Writers' Circle Prompt 6/17

Innocence

Writers' Circle Prompt 7/16

The Awakening of a Potato Waffle

Frank, a potato waffle eater, woke up in a new reality one morning, having undergone a startling metamorphosis in the night. Having closed his eyes...

P-----Today and Today Only

Today the lonesome rise from the depths of the shadows to see a man who knows nothing and gobbles all knowledge he can find. Today I will swing to...

N-----A mutter of Inspiration

All this jazz is bringing me down. I said all this jazz is bringing me down and I cant find my hat to wear to the bar and my shoes have holes in...

Of All the Gods We Saw

God is dead. Jesus killed him. With a dagger of lost faith that was handed to him by a man named Paul. And all the people rejoiced by the light of...

Another downpour

rain...truly an inspiration

M-----Untitled

I once saw a woman atop of a house, her hair golden in the sun. She seemed to me to be ancient, no matter the physical youth. I waved at this woman...

L-----A man named Me

I cannot write for I am drained by a man named Me. This hurt I am feeling comes from him. It runs around my head and kicks my legs to make me fall...

Jolene

I once held the sun in my hands.....but the heat got to me and I let it slip.

We Were on the Swings

on finding an old videotape...

Emily's Plasticine

Two days in an Art Shop

N:-A crime of Nature

A Crime of Nature The flowers weren't quite open, The fruit was still unripe, Then you came and stripped them, Of all that was in sight. The branches...

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