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Big Dipper
Evening falls over the village, Opening the vault serene, Of a starry sky. When an oxen cart Turns slowly On the stone road What is spread before For...
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After Days - Chapter 15
The field reports from Leon’s rescue had caused nothing but nightmares and unsettling rumours. More than two days since the destruction of Berlin,...
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To a Cherry Tree
Your limbs – stripped bare... trunk, so slim, so delicate,
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What if …? (IP)
Man has always been religious – women too are curious, cautious, – are there gods? or unknown forces? – fears, suspicious, superstitious: but...
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The A. I. I. A.
The mouse, peering out of a mouse hole looked around the room of the sleeping boy then started to scurry across his carpet towards his bed but then...
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Childish Mind
Long ago, we lived in a house. That is to say, when I say we I mean in the first-person plural sense; collectively, you and I. That said, while some...
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Favorite (part 1)
This is a memoir assignment I had to do for my Intro to Nonfiction class. Enjoy.
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Here I Sit
Here I Sit Here I sit Waiting on a table for two. While drinking wine, A candle burns romantically Like a sunrise. Here I sit At one end of the table...
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We Were The Horses
Horses at a water trough Drinking sky We were the horses. You could go to town on the metaphoric qualities of that image, a thirst for something...
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The Screen Within - A Tale of the Unexpected
Woke up this morning, usual moves. Cleaning the cinema before the doors open, my one surprise is what I find. That pair of black ladies knickers on...
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My Alcoholic Queen
The door was open just enough To let last night’s ghost sneak away Like morning mist floating high Disappearing into the day Birdsong with its broken...
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Practice
Practice P K Routray In pitch darkness with void of visibility hand reaches mouth without difficulty. The cause is the practice behind such wonders...
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Susannah Woychik's Letters - 2 - 1870
Burnside, Trempealeau County, Wisconsin January 5, 1870 PoppelaukreiseOppein , Oberseliesien . Dear Aunt Susanna and Uncle Leopold, Thank you for...
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Aphrodite: Mother of Love and War
He radiates with need and it’s in your nature to give You would tear Olympus apart for him He’s not the only one to taste your skin but he is the one...
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Anxiety
Hands shaking at the idea of shaking hands My world is thrown into blackness because it’s hard to breathe when everything is red with anxiety
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Drone
The light cracked and fell away you spelt your rage with a token gesture of flickered semaphore, disguising a potent hunger for chemical dressed in...
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Dwelling
Dwelling... I sit here and I think and think of the pasted.. how it hurts..how I can't go back. To dwell on something is like fishing without any...
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The Lone Rider
The Lone Rider Ashton Macaulay The rider patted his horse softly, cursing the rising sun as he did so. Thankfully as the world sharpened in the...
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Dear Diary Some Days In My Life Time To Reminisce
As I look back remembering, there was a time when I was at school I would shy away from danger or the unpredictable, having been ridiculed and picked...
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Nature's Masters
These old timers are complete. There is no more to do but flourish, gently waving their limbs under a pale blue sky they brush against each other,...
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