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Heated palms leaving imprints on the marble, warm and lonely, the places we wish we were.
Sep 2, 2022
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Joel come in early Monday with a heaving of relief under lazy sunlight.
Aug 3, 2022
The Owl. The Lion.
His was a lion’s head, made of timber and wool, crafted by hand of orange and gold to hide in plain sight from a dishonest truth.
Jun 14, 2022
This
This is you in your winter overcoat, huddled in a bus station corner under the bright lights and muffled sounds of passing travelers.
May 23, 2022
Bob Cuervo
That was a good danish.
May 6, 2022
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Proper Semicolon Usage
Everything is gray and lost and spinning all the time and when I think of you, when I think of all of you, my head twirls and is dull and I can’t keep a…
Apr 7, 2022
In Your Own Time
The passing of Martha Lawrence was no particular surprise to the townspeople.
Mar 23, 2022
Black Coffee
Doc’s office calls the day before to remind me of my appointment so that when it becomes night I remember to set my alarm for the next morning and am…
Mar 10, 2022
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