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Poetry, short stories, journal

Friday, July 31, 2015

Bewildered

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She extended her hand, it was cold, wrinkly, with long coral painted fingernails.  She tried to help the young boy up.  "It's okay,...
Wednesday, July 29, 2015

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Withdrawn      Some may view living life quietly on  their own as a harrowing experience. Not many to turn to.  Few to share news with,...
Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Gone

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She was a small girl, slight in stature but had been surviving on the streets for many years.  She was fearful of strangers and had every ri...
Monday, July 27, 2015

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I stare at the notebook.  Inside it is white, empty, and full of nothingness, a vast expanse proudly absent of embellishments.  It seems to ...
Sunday, July 26, 2015

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The Light envelops me, slowly sinking into each and every inch of my sacred body.  It flourishes inside me. Casting shadows and corners of d...
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