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MY COOKOUT WITH SYLVIA PLATH

My cookout with Sylvia Plath should have been a thrill, but she kept sticking her head in the gas grill and yelling, "Hey could you turn it up, pal...

MY COOKOUT WITH SYLVIA PLATH

My cookout with Sylvia Plath should have been a thrill, but she kept sticking her head in the gas grill and yelling, "Hey could you turn it up, pal...

Child of Nature

Thor, a high school runner, wants to run how he wants to run, not how his coach wants him to.

Immortal Flower

On his last day alive, a powerful English lord reflects on the girl he'd loved.

A negative thought

when I leave here I am going to take with me the imprint of you on my cornea so late at night when I am awake thinking of you I can blink and your...

Requiem for a Commute

A funny story of circumlocution.

Fading

deep into the darkened despair feather to float me down with care safely into the black abyss all the terror can't be missed all I think and all I've...

Insight

to know that beyond a doubt, you are alive to know that through this world, you have survived is to open your mind to something more... separating...

B - Thyme Storm

Never know what will come in out of the rain . . .

Woolf

I was anaesthetized by life, gently drowned by rules and conversations about weather and television.

Time wasted...

...making do

Sharing

To all flatmates everywhere

Living

What else?

Drunkards Requiem

Before my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness, i could hear children babbling, or perhaps senile old men talking in some language i couldn't...

Kestrel

A bird

Just my luck

big mouth

Here we go again

for...

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