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Carnival in Venice

Image: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license Author: Frank Kovalchek fromAnchorage, Alaska, USA
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Masks

Masks to keep your germs in, or germs of others out will also hide your cheeky grin – your friendship some may doubt. but when those masks we can...
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Don't Look Back

Ah struggle tae see just how close ah um tae it, reversin slowly, edgin the wee motor’s rear intae the dimly lit yerd. The large shutter rattles as...
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the Angel Anarchica
the great angel Bohemians of history gathered around a bar drinking Moscow Mules and talking cinema; the industrial throb of fast paced modernity...
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Waves
Running. There was a loud explosion followed by the grunts of two guards being tossed violently into the air. Arc led the charge illuminating their...
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Landing
Meanwhile. No sooner had they left had the nebula reappeared. Ace made their way to the cargo hold. It looked smaller than usual but usually there...
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Heavy
Lore. This is likely the last note I’ll write before what is to come to pass. My present and yours will soon become concurrent. Finally I get to meet...
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another kind of melody

I spend the night with the silence, cool my fevered thoughts about my life. Smoothing the pain, recalling joy I listen to the inward hesitation of...
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Regression

Like a wildflower growing in spring exuding life, love, happiness. Blooming in positivity And warmth. Your petals tired, Wither, fade, die. Regress...
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Pray we

Pray we Oh Lord Laxminursingham your “Maya” none can fathom.. Your Maya only cast its spell to shape the Choudhury clan’s tale. As its history speaks...
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Sonder
What words do say When mind's can't speak Does it flow meticulously At the expense of an empty longing-
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Fatal Tattoos
A treacherous euphoria, As the abstract unfolds, Ink on a rugged texture; A tender aggression interrupted solely By the topography of the canvas,...
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Ego Celibate
A holistic harmartia, Of the ultimate protagonist, Perhaps is the marriage Of the soul and the ego Rooted as one succumbs To our external...
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My ‘Mamgu’ (c.1880 - 1969)

(pronounced Mam- ggy as in 'eggy', South-Wales word for Grandmother, meaning ‘dear mother’) Lived up the long hill from the town, half-way up the little mountain., by the cemetery – her husband had been the stonemason …
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Maria's Diary 20
Chapter 20 Watchman tell us of the night, what its signs of promise are. Traveler, o’er yon mountain’s height, see that glory-beaming star. Watchman...
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Them or Me

Leonard Patrick Boylan, or Lenny for short, was born on the 18 th of August 1990. He was the type of man who could fit in anywhere, he had various...
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Lilies: Love's Opening
Standing in front of the florist’s, “I want flowers,” she said, “Lilies. These’ll open in Ireland; only Ones that will; like those inked glories Olga...
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My Friend's Death

His name was John and he died two years ago today. After doing drugs for many years, he finally had to pay. He would be fifty years old if he had...
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A Proud Pheasant
A Proud Pheasant perches huffily upon his royal hump within the pasture- his kingdom begins when he decides to take a launch below. Where are your...
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