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Poetry (What are you)

Poetry, what are you? Are you a tree that all poets try to climb? Tall and strong with many published branches With each poet striving hard to take a...

Essay: On Cuban-American Relations

Considering that the current Presidential administration has little use for political correctness, let's make use of that reality, and just talk...

The Clock

He stared back at it and it stared back at him. His imagination seemed to impose itself on the blank page, where characters, settings, and worlds...
Cherry

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How have we managed this? My hand on the stone of the bridge watching you walk over- cigarette testing the dark; hand to lips, hand to lips

Devon

Devon. I miss Devon- your primrose hedges and beech-quiet bluebell woods, pigeon coo and sheep bleat, sharp leaved wild garilc. The low moan of a cow...
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Love Boat

Fickle cats entice my affection from amid their amphibious dwellings. Through the gentle drift of the old man’s beard, the love boat ambles onward...

Brighton

Sipping on cyclops eye drops and peering through greenish haze whilst contemplating moth-eaten butterflies of yore. 17/04/17

Dawn

Buildings and wooden structures crackling as the sun warms before noon, bluetits’ chattering momentarily and merrily intensifying. A spider flies...

The Cake Thief

Late at night, the cake thief comes when everyone is fast asleep. He leaves behind nothing but crumbs then off to bed he softly creeps. Although I...
Cherry

One Fine Day 4

-How could she embarrass me in front of so many of my friends? -Maybe she's not meant to be a concert pianist. -She's meant to go to Harvard and she'...