Honesty gets you everywhere

My writing is a form of honesty Freed by my mind Written by my hand Spoken by my thoughts

defending PublishAmerica against some reviewer(typical small-minded conformite)

For the sake of discussion, you may have some mis-information about PublishAmerica.

THE HORNED FOX LIT ZINE

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A gathering of Crows

It was that fine near winter rain; the sort of rain that clings and cuts the skin, rather than the heavy summer rain she seemed to prefer.
Poem of the week

Auntie Em - what was it like when you grew up?

Mispent youths.

Routine

Your husband, unfaithful, and five stupid kids Do grow the seeds of despair; You water them amply, chain-eating with greed Cheap sweets. Listen, quit it. Stare.
Cherry

Empathy

I pass him every morning. Come rain or shine. There he is. Cheerful. Always cheerful. Doffing his horrid little hat. In that unique grandiose manor of his. Once he even winked at me.

Sun's role

Dawn arrives. The sun breaks through, the chill warms up leaving morning dew. It invigorates my heart, To see it climb, Up the cloudless sky In endless time. It warms our hearts.

When Does a Refugee Stop Being a Refugee?

Front page Headline In my local paper Where I reside Read " Mr. Patel ( no surname ) a refugee from Uganda retires after 20 years service in a local firm" I was not amused It confirmed

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