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My heart flutters As contestations grow To be more than mere words

It’s lovely to wear a mask, in that, who orders me: C’mon, baby! Smile with your eyes! Who claims this baby-blue cotton lid adds to what ...

I lay in the grip of a dream, I am walking on the road that ran in front of the house I grew up in. Not the way it looks today

The wing, caught in a wire fence, dangles from a blood-stained shoulder. Its beak is hooked on a barb. Neck bones jag. Feathers flutter l...

The snow blew from the north, shattered glass bit into cheeks, and the acid sting scoured Luke’s blue eyes and he lowered the camera rest...

Five in a flush. A ten of hearts starved of bling; it makes my heart rush.

The sadness of a soul with no true talent is not so great as one devoid of hope. Hope, then, if not for one thing, for another