Poetry

The image is of a bird flying in the clouds

0 (0) Up here,with my head in the clouds,talking to myself is allowed,without hearing the maddening crowd,and I’m free to be clever and proud Then, while I’m flying around,held in ...

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There is a blue background and the top of a pink cake could be seen, covered in blue and pink frosting with three candles on top.

0 (0) “What do you want for your birthday? Are you going to celebrate with anyone?” Grandma asks me while we sit across from each other during one of our ...

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    The Codfish Carbuncle CaseThe Codfish Carbuncle Case: Chapter 1 The Codfish Carbuncle Case: Chapter 2 The Codfish Carbuncle Case: Chapter 3 The Codfish Carbuncle Case: Chapter 4 The Codfish Carbuncle Case: Chapter 5 The Codfish Carbuncle Case: Chapter 6 The Codfish Carbuncle Case: Chapter 7 0 (0) Martha Benson had just put her hair in ...
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    0 (0) “What do you want for your birthday? Are you going to celebrate with anyone?” Grandma asks me while we sit across from each other during one of our usual Sunday afternoon visits.   “Oh…I don’t really have anything planned. My friends are busy, and I have schoolwork to worry about,” I reply, rubbing the back of my ...
  • The silhouette of a man and a woman standing outside underneath a twilight sky.
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    0 (0) As married couples do, Carly and her husband, Daniel, were settling in for the night. Carly was nearly asleep when Daniel came bursting in from the bathroom with a chattering wave of aimless words and syllables. He often did this when he was trying to tell Carly something he shouldn’t. He was fighting ...
  • The image is of a bird flying in the clouds
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    0 (0) Up here,with my head in the clouds,talking to myself is allowed,without hearing the maddening crowd,and I’m free to be clever and proud Then, while I’m flying around,held in my cocoon of sound,the friendly and noisy Corellasenjoy chatting with this odd poet fella Editor: Erynn Crittenden
  • A raven cawing from his perch in an evergreen tree
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    0 (0) Half-chewed wordsStick in my crawAs I suppressThe urge to gnawThrough the chainsOf the bourgeoisWhich exposeOur every flawIn hopes that IWill soon withdrawMy disdain ofTheir grand hooplahAnd support of thoseThey would declawBut I would ratherWe redrawThose who wouldDemand our aweAnd make them shutTheir hateful mawSo we can rise upWith a “CAW”And eat thoseFucking bigwigs ...
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