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I’ve been proud before but not as proud as the day I got the letter from the President. He thanked me for the crowd of protesters that showed..

A powerful vacuum head sucks and pulls at my wallet as I strain to grip it with both hands. The bills, crinkled and bent and faded, unfold and twis..

I never fancied myself for a poet, to read the fine conglomerations of carefully crafted slants and slangs seems to me, more a chore, a show it..

The numbers on my digital clock turn over with the slowness of the sap that drips from the lip of a maple urn. A one changes to a two in ..

Mortars explode overhead through the night. It’s not hard to sleep until they stop. Desert silence whispers my ears to life Like fog rolling ..

Hiding pieces of communism  within a mind of musing thought,  I require deliberate concentration  to decipher the l..

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