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On The Wagon

Its 1820 and John Austin, sentenced to be hanged for robbery, documents his journey to the gallows.
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My Voice

I've lost my voice and must needs find it It's gone far and far away from here Hidden beneath the waves of some great sea Flying among the highest of those whitest peaks Far and far away from me

Merge, Poison, Torture

A set of three poems based on the contrast of light as dark

nyx and erebos

Nyx and Erebos do it in every room. they do it in car seats, in babies beds, in bathrooms, bedrooms, living rooms

the Cave.

Callum stood, against the counter, a pint in one hand, an expresso, in the other. His eyes were wide, and his unhinged laughter, shook violently his whole body.

iSwerve

“Nah, it’s OK. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
Cherry

Goneness

I've long forgotten where I meant to start this wayward tale, my mind swirling in a rage of feverish dreams and thoughts, Bob Dylan's the 'times are a changing' echoing through my head like the cymbal

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She moved with a grace of the heavens fluttering over the stage as if it were here pond as if she was the swan, the floor rippled in response to the swans command, gliding over the glittering surface,

Of the Daughter Named Rebellious.

Intended to be slam poetry. Also, I'm really struggling with a title. That's my favorite, but some other options are A) Yet another origin story. B) A mythology all too real C) My life in Epic

For Brenda

Although it was years before we caught up again, I never did forget the friendship that We all shared. I’m just so glad I managed to catch up just in time.