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Moonlight spills onto the balcony, the red apple half-encircled by the pale arm of eclipse. The red-gold light pools on the carved white railing..

You can’t face the funeral, so you are sitting on your bed and flipping through the record that skips and skips until you have something ..

A reply to my poem "To A Dead Pigeon," from the pigeon's point of view.

I was bored!

Winter comes softly-- A girl's face superimposed over snowy mountains.

There is a vase of flowers. Black-and-white film makes the red roses Almost indistinguishable from the yellow walls. The only color you can iden..

6 words- for a contest.

from an assignment to 'write your own obituary.'

White. A blank page. Blue lines like tears, college rule. Black ink colored night or cold eyes. The blank page stares back. White gli..

mirrors, and eyes, and blood, and all that good stuff.