dainty toes on the edge of this burn like fire.
dancer.
dancer.
walk the plank too far let the ocean swallow you.
cancer.
cancer.
stars align and combine and you are warmed by them.
answer.
answer.
"How can I still love you?"
Tickle your toes. . .
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RICK: Hey Rick? DICK: Yea, Dick? RICK: See that sky roll on by? (points) DICK: ...Oh, my... RICK: Don't i-t'almost makes yer wanner.... -
there ain't no other place like you to roam. where I dug in my heels and said "No, I won't come home!" Dancing in the warb...
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Ah, 7. The number in question. During this process of developing my first full-length work of prose, and a memoir to boot, I have considered...
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Recently I have been really attempting to delve into what it means to be a poet. Jim Morrison once wanted to be a poet, and look where it go...
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I started writing Seven Years back in May, and since then I've made a lot of progress. However, my attempts to create this work have be...
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Though it hasn't been months since I have written and attempted edits within my memoir, it has been quite some time since I have reflect...
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My latest endeavor is to begin reading "Tell it Slant: Writing and Shaping Creative Nonfiction" by Brenda Miller and Suzanne Paula...
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shake up my heart and flavor your life it is full of holes. you cannot see me for I am brow deep in my old pain and I cannot speak because I...
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I have been published here: Prompted: An International Collection of Poems All proceeds go to LitWorld.org more poetry on the way!
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nipped at the ankles which is how I wander through life sometimes I must be pushed through a door finally opened after years of knock...
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