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Attack Of The Deadly Artrocious By Paul McCann There were signs but no one took any notice of the huge footprints on beaches in different places...

Deep as the ocean my love for you is as blue as the brightness bluest sky that the colour you brought into my life as warm as a fire on a cold winter...

Late summer garden Blackbird sings its ancient song, while I'm sifting soil.

The Touch of Renewal This evening has become stillness, where reefs coral my deep Breathe in the ocean, here roots go deep; A place in aquatic...

Skin tearing, violence. Blood, screams. Agony. Ribs, disfigured limbs, mouths instead of feet, hips bent out of shape, pulsating. Animal sounds,...

Sitting by the riverside watching life go by the sun shine down on the surface of the water making dimonds in the day light lookin up I see clouds...

If Stevie Wonder had lived in Equatorial Guinea, he’d probably still have thought there was nothing hotter than July in Bulgaria. Here’s one hundred words per day to describe the last fifteen days of a very sweaty month.

I awake. I'm still in the tent. There's someone else in the tent. -Who are you? What are you doing here? -I'm preparing you something to eat. Please...