the emergency room
at the mission in the Bowery when the addict comes in at night they are ushered through electronic doors that slam shut like a prison echoing down the hall & with few people on staff
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I Could've Been a Birch Tree - story
It was a treat to get out and hike, camp and be provided with all equipment and facilities to enjoy our youth through busy-boy activities.
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songs that i could die to
there are certainly songs that i could die to melodies so perfect that they command a leaving of reality that they insist upon the inability to feel pain that they conjure up the beauty within &
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supervision taken to its logical conclusion
supervision taken to its logical conclusion one of those flies circling round the bug zapper like there was no tomorrow moving closer & closer zooming in, zooming out
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Seasons
Spring and Summer, fall and withers, the winds of time blow Autumn leaves, a crisp white lawn shelters snowdrops and the ball rolls again and again and again...
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Dear Barking Dog
Dear barking dog at the end of the street, I hate you. I don’t know who you are, or which house you live in, but I hate you just the same.
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Expecting
An awkward encounter
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Thoughts on poetry.
At the moment I am working on an essay entitled what is the main contribution made by the chorus in a burial at Thebes; written by Seamus Heaney.
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A Snake Story (137 words)
A story my son repeated at bedtime, the joy of his youth speaking to my soul. Who am I to question the innocence of his sharing,
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