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StoryA lonely man seashore302 years 4 weeks ago
StoryThe Kiss staticshakedown55 years 2 months ago
StoryI am the shore, You are the ocean samhennig97 years 9 months ago
StoryAN IDYLLIC AFTERNOON skinner_jennifer187 years 9 months ago
StoryA QUICK POEM TO JIMI HENDRIX skinner_jennifer207 years 11 months ago
StoryBedtime maudsy39 years 1 month ago
StoryCase Study JoseHdz612 years 1 month ago
StoryCaffeine Dreams JoseHdz2012 years 1 month ago
Storyautumn window JoseHdz312 years 1 month ago
StoryAutumnal Eyes JoseHdz1912 years 1 month ago
StoryAre You the Wind? JoseHdz712 years 1 month ago
StoryApology JoseHdz212 years 1 month ago
StoryAnd so I bleed JoseHdz312 years 1 month ago
StoryAn Ode to Academia JoseHdz212 years 1 month ago
StoryAdieu JoseHdz812 years 1 month ago
StoryA Walk in the Mercado JoseHdz412 years 1 month ago
StoryA Tree Without Leaves JoseHdz312 years 1 month ago
StoryA Mountain of a Dream JoseHdz712 years 1 month ago
StoryA LESSON IN GEOMETRY JoseHdz312 years 1 month ago
Story2084 JoseHdz312 years 1 month ago
StoryYour Violet Wind JoseHdz312 years 2 months ago
StoryTo Say the Least JoseHdz012 years 2 months ago
StoryThe Dichotomy of Dissent JoseHdz012 years 2 months ago
StoryTheory and Reality Tom Brown212 years 6 months ago
StorySTILL LIFE WITH KETTLE JoseHdz612 years 8 months ago

My stories

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Apology

My favorite painter is Picasso I used to hate Picasso because he is so famous everyone must be wrong I thought * * * * * * * My favorite movie is Titanic
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STILL LIFE WITH KETTLE

It’s been a while since I went To yoga the winter makes Me lazy I still feel optimistic About the future despite the Rejection letters it is part of the Process I know art was never
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A LESSON IN GEOMETRY

Yesterday I went to the library To pick up my reading material For the Spring semester: Bukowski, Ceravolo, Stein, W. S. Merwin, I dropped my Library card on the clerk’s desk,
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Case Study

if it weren't for poetry..... (revised)
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Hospice

I saw a starfish on the ocean’s floor, and it was not necessarily a star- fish anymore: the death of Robespierre was something of a national tragedy, far away, lost at sea.

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love it! what you have

Posted on Tue, 07 Jun 2011

love it! what you have achieved in this poem is undeniably hard to do: to write so much detail yet maintain fluidity and the impact of allowing the reader to still dream w/out feeling he has been told too much. among the many clever words and...Read full comment

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