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language of love | poem/ song
language of love // language of lies
Quondam Winds (Part 1)
A desert literacy story for a contest. Enjoy! Long sheets of black hair weighed down by the heavy atmosphere and flying particles of sand, a girl sat patiently in the shade of a dune and studied the thousands of books surrounding her. The girl’s last memory had been when she and her father were practicing…
Pervasive Words| Limnisa Contest Story
“stay rude” ~ 1997 A flood began the night Agapa’s husband left. Shutters were torn down from the aggressive vigor of the rain, and the gutters were so filled to the brim with water that Avram slipped and broke his nose on his way to his car. Agapa watched him go from the dripping window,…
Clockwork Reversed | Poem
To fall to falter To stir to stop A drop of poison to reverse the clock To trip to tremble To pause from pain 5 more drops till you feel something again — I wonder if there is meaning in getting better. I wonder if my memory matters. Is my brain needed in all the…
flicker out | poem
what a short, miserable life you have lived born in a tree and dead in the styx marshes of despair and pity and pain all of your own accord, nothing more to sustain irreproachable on paper, but ultimately flawed in practice and design hanging from street lamps as if you’re alive what a short, miserable…
5 Apricot Summers in the City of Makanad
a fantasy contest story about summer, magic, and love ~ Before the last mammoth went extinct, a mango tree that spread across a thousand acres bloomed with a passion for enthusiastic life. Grandiose and gorgeous, the tree too had thin green stems enwrapped about its trunk bearing flowers and the small bodies of nearly born…
queen in a clock at 6
Never mind your potential. Never mind your sacrifices and courage. Never mind your hours of work and diligence and persistence. Never mind the time it took and the tears it took and the friendships it took and life it took. Mind it no more. It’s time for you to look beautiful and gaze upon the…
embers alone | poem
feeling bad feels nice head falling into a pillow, forearms rubbing against carpet. my face warm from the fire it feels so nice that I no longer feel bad at all How Long And Sweet A Dream Is On One Long And Dreamy Night. ~ accursed red: amazon and barnes and noble ❤
Can you hear it? | Dark Hero Poem
Rustling to scurrying. Stirs to sprints. Murmurs to growls. Heavens silent, and Hell raising itself loud. To curse the child Of a line unfit For Kings don’t replace Kings Without a war to win. Can you hear it? Can you hear? Can you? They were roaring… they were ready… ~ Hello and hello! I took…
Sammicakes 