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Looking out a window:

I see a stout Mountain

Holding onto the greens,

Like a han

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Neon blew at a spider web

Just to watch a spider dance

 

     His father’s townhouse was permeated by a bouquet of pine oil and dry cl

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Hello Susanna Einstein,

My name is Brad Windhau

Just a little fluff of ratty brown and black curly fur, Sassie shook and gazed every which way, cowering in my mother&rsquo

I held the door, waiting for everyone to catch up, hoping the handle did not slip with the sweat gathering in my palm. Jack

Laurie A Will

E4191 County Road P

Menomonie, WI 54751

715-235

A man of few words, I am. Usually what I have to say isn’t all that great, but it’s meaningful and full of reas

Nothing happened to fictional writer Greg Romoslu on March 9th. On March 10th, he took a day off to define this “noth

When the Apache arrived at the hill the sun had already set and the settlers were bedding down. The dirt kicked up slowly a

September 23, 2008

Catherine D. Hubbard

840 Holland Avenue

Webster Groves, MO 63

Quiet moments

Are like a shell on the beach.

Something beautiful,

Something to be sa

The Morning Routine

By

John McIntyre

I awake from a dayd

A Single Individual

Sheila

Passionate, vendictive, mysterious, Paranoid

The daughter

The power is mine

If I were in charge of the world,

I’d cancle monday mornings,

Green mustard dill weed

Pumping royal red black wings

South Padre Island Monarchs

 

Fingers trace letters and dates,

big as thumbnails and carp scales,

curved like fins and innards.

     Morgan’s hands worked at the taped edges of the box marked express. The telephone rested bet

the corner of the back room was littered, with discarded screwed up balls of  paper. it must be this room. the would b

BARRY

By: KWESI NEWSON.

“What are you up to th

if I could only crawl into my

brain and claw mnemonic phrases

pain inducing trance colliding

My girl doesn’t wear

High-heeled boots or lip gloss.

No silk or satin.

It̵

THE REWARD

How long have I waited for you?

How long here

In my lonliness

Chapter 17

Broken Promise

The Hall was spacious and clean, rarely used but constantl

Watching fan blades do their thing

around around around

Waiting for the start of dreams

     I offered Semelia a seat and she sat down in front of me..

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That morning I was meeting a new client, Semelia Browning. She had made a name for herself, starring in a couple of film no

These stupid lines of poetry

spew from my mouth whenever I think of you

And let me tell you now

Words are perceiving.

the corner of the back room was littered, with discarded screwed up balls of  paper. it must be this room. the would b