my grandmother lived in a quiet old house hidden on an infinite road of wooded green sleepy mist often hugged its walls we would visit each month and my brother…
Creative Writing
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(Courtesy of Wikipedia) Young palm fronds peer over the fairy-glass waves of the turtle tarn Parallel golden strips lower themselves into the mirror pond Not a ripple in sight —…
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(Image courtesy of ClorisCreates) light rye flicker in the party’s fairy lights padded feet fumble on the wooden porch planks stars shine in the leaf-shaped ruddy strokes A luminescent rose-leaf…
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Social media is a drug. it keeps you up at night leaving you yearning for more- craving more. The dark shadow of it lingers over you, And never leaves your…
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Courtesy of The Old Farmer’s Almanac here, and dye all o’er the cities blue – Past the fading sky hues . a dark shadow rises from the east, brews cold…
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Heathen If my love for you is a sin Then I would spit in God’s face And take the Devil’s hand Footsteps I noted the frequency of your footsteps The…
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* Kit Tyler is the protagonist of the book, The Witch of Blackbird Pond, written by Elizabeth George Speare. Forced to move after her grandfather’s death and the economic derailment…
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a clump of molten black caging a pulsing raw heart 1 – 4 – 6 – 4 2 – 4 – 6 – 4 5 – 1 – 6 –…
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i’d love to think that the words will become black water and flow out of my mind into the pristine white but every time ink touches paper there are only…
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(Courtesy of Lauren Lee) Afropunk Creative power punches through in blues funk rock disco ‘n’ hip-hop Passion bleeds through the lyrics Jazz and gospel blues singing through the rain uplifted…
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