Creativity
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My Ghost, My Beloved
You walk throughWalls, you hauntMy every step. I cannot shake you. You whisper inDarkest nights, callingMe in my sleep. I cannot ignore you. Everywhere ... -
Cycle Of Life
With the cycle of the worldlife cycles from life to deathnew to old rusty to shine For too long they forget the tiny detailsfocus ... -
Mr. Keith’s House – Part III
Ramon A harsh raspy voice repeats my name; the house knows I’m here. Does it also comprehend why I’m here? It doesn’t matter; I ... -
Same Day Different Universe-Part One
The sun was slipping lower, moving toward the horizon. The sky looked like an artist’s canvas with splashes of shades of pink, orange, and ... -
A Handicap
I can’t record audiobooks in this country because of my heavy accent. When I audited for an organization I support, they said, “In ... -
The Great Escape
Eddie had been planning his departure for ages. The incessant bickering which described his married existence drove him to drink. His spouse, Rita, a ... -
Hollow Moon Part 35
“Well, Esk, ya’ see, we got this thing called a catechism ya’ hafta’ go through in order ta’ become a proper member a’ the ... -
The North Wind – Part 4
“That’s not possible,” said Sayrin, unable to keep her eyes off the shore, “They’ve never—” “Wait, it’s slowing down!” Hana pointed as the Joondin ... -
Dear Danny (an Epistolary Poem)
Dear Danny, I know your new residence is not far from here. I’m afraid “Here” happens to be the courthouse lockup. Yep! I am ... -
