I don’t like to think of myself as a bad person; just someone who has made awful decisions. Someone who has had rotten luck for a long time. For years, I’ve been confined in a room with no people ... [+]
Black and white
red and blue
right, left
don't forget who's who
yelling, screaming
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This time of year
When the snow falls
And the wind turns cheeks rosy
And noses numb
I
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Imprisoned behind walls of stone
Naked before the curtain
Spirits no more known
He could
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On a frosty winter’s morning sterile lighting
flickers: it carves shadows
on the walls. Like
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She had spent a particularly long morning in the forest. Too long. She knew the risks, but they were hard to remember on that idyllic morning, the rays of sunlight stroking her into submission to the ... [+]
Have you ever been in a confined space with three to five small children? I have. I spend three hours each summer morning teaching kids how to sail. It’s fun, and I love it. But it’s also a special ... [+]
For a day I was Rodin.
My hands belonged not to me,
But to Michelangelo
And Donatello.
I
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Blue, the Dog:
You really broke my heart, but I know it wasn’t your fault. I cried when you came back. It just seemed so innocent, and the neighbor girl was my best friend. I trusted her. I
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In the shade of a blooming magnolia tree, bows bowing under the weight of the fat pink blossoms, stood a pale god. He looked on as a woman with curly brown hair danced in the petals that fell with the ... [+]
He does not think himself so odd,
Eyes lined with Egyptian kohl,
A glossy, chubby, waddling
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Fred tiptoed into his room and slid into his desk chair, casting a worried glance over his shoulder as he opened his laptop. Typing as quietly as he could, he logged onto Artium Obscurorum and ... [+]
