My Life Is a Shadow of My Horoscope (an excerpt from my book, The Kind-Hearted Smartass)
That's right. Each and every day, I read my horoscope and that's how I plan my day. I also have a lifetime supply of fortune cookies, where I will follow their advice on a daily basis.
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The spoiled child
A thought that came to me while watching a spoiled child get what she wants.
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lijaw
love is just a word, and like two plus two can only be four, four letters can not be more than their combination. love is just good marketing, contrived for the benefit of few,
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Thomas Stearnes' Pilgrimage to East Coker
An examination of the life and work of Thomas Stearnes Eliot of the Eliot family, originally from East Coker, Somerset, England.
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Bandages
I need you to squish my face between your hands and push out a breath but you left
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Dragon Hit the Roof (Unreported)
Parts of this story appeared on abctales before. Here it is in complete and reworked form. 湖北省 武汉市 武昌区 珞珈山 武汉大学 工学部 10号教学楼202室
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Deliver Us Not
A Villanelle: I find these forms (perhaps due to the repetitions involved)tend to produce the ritualistic and the arcane, like some litanies from the church. Or perhaps I've just no imagination.
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Beyond the Borderlands of Scotia
A tribute to the resilience of the fighting Scots-Irish.
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The end of the Clergy
The vicar had been born in the West Indies, but his mother died six months before the family emigrated to England. The vicar was only a nickname but it had stayed with him throughout his life.
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Who Am I
Crowded, I am alone. Alone, I seek solitude from my thoughts Will the void never fill, The thoughts never stop Who, but me, knows What goes on behind the façade
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