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The Order of Pen
- April 29, 2024
- Short Story
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The Man on the Rack
The flight from Philadelphia to Seattle was going to be a long one and hemade sure his iPod was fully charged and double checked, for the seventhtime, his pockets for…
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- April 25, 2024
- Short Story
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Neither Hear, Nor Care
In the quiet diner, the theme song of Knight Rider erupted from the table beside her. It was the third time in the last half-hour that this sour waitress had…
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- April 25, 2024
- Short Story
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WHAT HAPPENED, WHEN ICARUS FELL! A SONG OF HIS FALL
"Icarus! Whither?" Someone sang, their voice heavy with longing."I long to witness! I long to behold!" His face contorted with an ache for the unknown."Oh majestic, winged angel, your wings…
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The Order of Pen
- February 25, 2024
- Poetry
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My Grief, Flows Like a River
My grief,Flows like a river. Today,The rapids are churning a chaos of deep dark sadness. Rocks of anger,Pound away.Stones of loss,Beat unmercifully.Limbs of longing,Grasp and ensnare. To the rocks;I release…
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- February 25, 2024
- Poetry
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Fractured Grace
All that's left this maudlin shrine, Fractured reflections I claim as mine. Cursed, this purgatory in disbelief, Silence only, no sanity, no peace. Your soul soars high, I burn below.…
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- February 25, 2024
- Poetry
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Vilomah
Sour Candy sinewOrange tasting bloodIn his soil of sadness heHas grown an incense bud He burns like incenseSpreads like incenseIncense is his form.His mighty topless towerHas toppled down in a…
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- February 25, 2024
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Great Sea
To the land of Sea My dearest have shunned me.Relieve me, deliver meFrom this different faithO great sea,Let your holy salt season the bitters of my lifeI am weary of…
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- February 25, 2024
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Grief
They say misery loves company.That statement comeswith negative connotations.Because I think griefis seeking something relative.A connection that feels normal.Singular grief seeks a pair.A twin.Matching socks.A shared visual.Eyes that make them…
Cavewoman
I live in the cave under a mountain of you. I scribble, I scribble On the walls made out of you, Sometimes a word, sometimes a sentence But I’m never…
Why can’t we love life?
This life is quite fragile. And the worst part is we do not understand the inevitability and the truth of this sentence, unless something happens – a jolt that wakes…
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