Drama
Dry Season
once, were cracks in the sky—splinters of sun now they’re sealed— edge to edge, mingled to one droplets fall on sheltering leaves: tearless grief— no...
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Dora. Part One.
I don’t remember the first time I met Dora. With other people I can sometimes remember where I was when I met them, as it’s that memorable, but with...
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Like Glass
Above the library rooftop terrace, the sky was dull and flat—the kind of moody white-grey of clouds not quite ready to cry, just heavy with the...
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Pyre Bits
I lay down slow, my bones like wax— and wish you’d lay yours beside me, in the fire pit. Flame would claim us, erase our tracks— while strangers sing...
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Sea-Salt
Why is the sea blue? They say it has to do with reflection—or other— but I think there’s more to uncover. So, if that’s true… why is the sea so...
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Seventh Place
The horse’s neon hooves hammered against the glass track like gunfire. We tore above a sea of stars. The massive crowd was a blur, a rolling roar...
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Can We Bleed?
They deliver you to the door of our shimmer-glass home, your blank face, custom companion molded from his. Same lips. Same laugh. But your voice— it...
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The Static Room
He zips his coat with stiff fingers, shoulders aching from the pack. Thermos knocks against granola bars— Blisters bloom along his back. Snow-wet...
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Yellow
“I wish you’d quit smoking so much. Seems like you’ve been needing it.” “I have.” “Wanna talk about it?” “No.” “Ok.” ⸻ The rain patters the roof. She...
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The Grim Reaper by Alfred N.Muggins
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2/3/25 / 8/3/25 Alfred went to bed too late every night. In these troubling times there was to be no rest for those who cared about the causes of...
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