The Boy I Briefly Met

We met a couple months before I “graduated” from the sixth grade.

Prague

I stumbled across a gutted storefront, empty except for a hundred legs propped or lying useless and wondered if the mannequin bodies standing somewhere else could feel their missing limbs
Cherry

i AM america

Do I love America? no comment but this is true: i AM America My blood is centuries of America: farmers, soldiers, sailors, and sales-people, scrappers, survivors, and do-it-yourselfers
Cherry

Harley11

life, but not as we know it.

String

The string, Sits alone, Frayed ends, No bones, It's weak and frail, both ends are tails, It's stressed and confused, It looks so diffused, It's twisting, It's clenching,

My Bedroom

Based on a true story.

Ashore

A sheet of rock emerges. Soothing movement calms me and a cooling breeze returns me. However could they know that this pitiful land emerges from beneath this land we sail on.
Cherry

Don't it make my brown eyes blue

poem

Resort Service

On the B E A C H Early morning, Shopay sits in a hammock wearing sunglasses watching sunbathers on the beach. Manager climbs the beach with Pen – Thai masseuse.
Cherry

It came to pass... part III

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