The Quiet at the Door
I’m driving up the narrow lane to Driftmoor Manor, and for once, the usual excitement in […]
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I’m driving up the narrow lane to Driftmoor Manor, and for once, the usual excitement in […]
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i.can we feel the chamoisee/the family of roots/we cannot see/can we search the ground amply/know the
Humans never evolved to see through the darkness like cats. My furry friend Simba was almost
Time, a manufactured construct. It fascinated us. Even in the time before clocks and watches, and
Granny promised lots of things. Sometimes, her promises were clear. Lulu soup for dinner, I love
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I suppose having a muse would be helpful,and to be honest,I had always wanted one.Bereft of
As I walked into the florescent-lit hospital room / I imagined a gymnastics announcer commentating the
Step one:Wake up.Not metaphorically. Literally.The alarm is screaming againlike it’s auditioning for trauma.Step two:Don’t cry when
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