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The Starts Dared Themselves Between the Clouds

The stars dared themselves between clouds

Cold drizzle coated the conversation

No one cared that the ground was wet

The only thing that mattered was the momentous

Presentism

Of the night

That drug on just too long,

And ended slightly too soon

-Wilhemenia McWhorter

This is the Sea

Learn to swim or build a boat When you walk or wander into water You tread the waning tide For fear of drowning in the smallest moment

Bickles

A dirty november night Muddy and cold With winding road Tiwning thoughts of futures Uncreated and unknown Fantasy mixed with fire Movies...

Sweet Sweet

A ripe laugh cracking through the cold night air late// early morning With the world asleep around us we have created a haven...

Meet by Sunset - Short Story

A man puts on a suit for the last time, across town a woman puts on a dress for the first time. They meet by sunset Slim cut mohair, dyed...

To the girl in the bathroom

I know you said your life hasnt been that hard And you dont know if it is supposed to be But maybe You can see That yours and mine Dont...

The moral of the story is

The moral of the story is As follows When you're walking to the beat Of someone else's heart Your feet will trip quickly Every skip Of...

Core Memory

My navy blue carpeted booster seat is warmed from sitting on the passenger side rear seat in the sun. My clothes are packed neatly in my...

I've often been lost

________________________________ I’ve often been lost And often been found. Do I find myself I’m not sure ________________________________

5.12.17

A man holds a cactus Waiting for bus 27a south To Phoenix A city of hope for him A city of desperation for him

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