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Lost Generation

Power and control, life and death guns, artillery and swords. Canvas and paint, paper and ink the mind, the speaker and words. A painting can’t save...

The Curse of Humans

It’s easy to be against something, to hate it with a passion and a vindication. It doesn’t mean you’ll ever do anything with your passion though. It’...

The Romance of Suicide

She’d always thought about suicide. Maybe for the beauty of it, maybe for the abruptness of it. But whatever her reason she never planned or executed...

Prospecting

By this river, where you were born, I saw you panning the silt of your sadness for something tangible. Perhaps, you thought the dead left nothing the...

Vertiglow symphony

Come: fiends, strangers, and friends, excuse some gin-n-tonics, grace the cashmere upholstery of our theatre-seats, and be muse, phantom, and critic...

Time

It flows It drips It flits It meanders
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The Mistlethrush*

The Mistlethrush flies here and there and wherever it goes, in the branches of trees appear bunches of mistletoe. Now you might say “It’s just a bird...
Cherry

Taking Care of Evie

*** Only the names have been changed ***

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I Wonder...

I wonder if you know That I can see what you don't want to show The dredges of tears Glistening in your eyes, reflecting your fears. How sad you seem...
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