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Shooting Nudes
or: Stripped & Shot; Ass & Aperture; Legs & Lenses; Cans & Cameras; Flesh & Flashes; Tits & Tripods; Boobs & Boots; Derriere & Development (a recollection of making the Creative Writing Society Literary Icon Naked Calendar)
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Maya
"The earth was barren with no form of life; It was under a roaring ocean covered with darkness. But the Spirit of God was moving over the water ? "...
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- 1439 reads
Slipping
just experimenting with rhyme, not finished yet
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- 601 reads
Thoughts
it's never really scared me, just made me think. how horrid the world is, so further i sink. i dont't cry anymore, my hearts dead within. to bring...
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- 600 reads
The bit before the end of the middle
The five of us built the boat ourselves We sawed up banana trees shipped in from Trinidad while sipping red wine on the kerb outside the workshop.
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- 1283 reads
Mapping The Heart
I find you in the library scribbling on rough paper your sad, sad map of the world. I snatch your pen draw a heart on your shirt. You recoil a loaded...
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- 1445 reads
L - LIVING THE AMERICAN DREAM
I wrote this after George W Bush was declared President for the second time. After that, I was so angry and depressed that I was unable to write for a long time.
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- 852 reads
Kiss wrap
I go back with words into the ice; or a house of crystal (stop time, I'm waiting for my bus to come). A white cat with violet eyes speaks like...
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- 808 reads
Hannah and Her Sisters
Woody Allen's best movie...
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- 656 reads
York, 3AM
She has opened the dust door in my dreams, and now it will not close again (even though she will try) and I will keep on dreaming.
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- 918 reads
Breakfast
At breakfast we are silent, and the sun shouts through the panes at each window. Each pass of milk, or spoon, is met without eyes. It could be said...
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- 954 reads
Gift of Time
Whether it was morning, or the close moments when you were only an hour old, I would give you time to rewind all the clouds.
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- 813 reads
Lamentation
The puddle has stilled at last. Its oil makes rainbows in the reflected clouds. A mirror of you, and you and me, backwards but smiling. Behind the clouds, hot and bright, I have found the sun.
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- 955 reads
Lakeland Mornings
To have the clouds below your feet
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- 512 reads
The Dream
Its a dream, but who's dream is it?
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- 593 reads