fiction
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Patches
If life is such a rare gift, why do I spend so much of it afraid? Pull over andlying there, dead, a vehicle designed to hurry now! Some sugar factory, honeybee, flower mother, servicing. hawks circlea maze in the skyover the landscape, tear-filled eyes. world that made me,flashing in sequence,feet running on pavement. What if… Continue reading
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Becoming Madness
In a forest—crouching, stepping, carefully dodging long vines that hang like snakes from a canopy of trees above. The dirt is dark and wet. My boot crunches, but when I take my next step, I’m barefoot. Naked. Rain begins to fall. The clouds are alive with brooding darkness and raging thunder. Shadows are released when… Continue reading
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