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Can I Have a Word?
I am a writer and words bother me. Empty words. Predictable words. Parroted words. Too many, Spewing from humanity. I am a writer and words bother me. I’ll stop here.
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The Terrible Truth About Tommy
His anger never erupted, It oozed out, in a slow flow of heated words. The bright light of fiery hostility, Dulled by a cool layer of civility. If not paying attention, Without warning, a poor oblivious soul could be overtaken by the advancing destruction of all things good, between it and whatever structure of relationship…
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Search for Self
I search for myself, I should not be so hard to find, But I look in a glass cloudy and scratched. I should know my own reflection, But still I find no familiar, Expected expressions or complexion. Scars are there I don’t know, A settled peace I did not earn. But still I am a…
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Reflections on Life and Death
We stumble in the dark and call it life. Dreams take flight, and dreams crash, while time moves on to the next generation. What is this, our pale attempts to get it right? We cross each other with daggers hidden in our words, Slights and wounds, missing love, waving as it passes by. How can…
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Too Much Human
Excerpt From Sci-Fi Fantasy novel: “From Earth to Mesmer” Bran took the last gulp of water from his flask. A drop fell. It lit up the floor transforming the cave with iridescent light as it rippled outward. Silvery, twenty-foot beams gleaming fiercely, appeared like bright knives along the sides. Then more beams appeared as though…
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Altered World
It happened. The world fragmented into pixels. Tiny pictures, mini-worlds, that altogether did not make the same as a whole life. Explosions of change that were indelible, Obliterating familiar, Decimating normal, Forever altering the view of what it’s supposed to be. How does one recover from such an alteration? Where is home for the soul…
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