Kate
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The GardenerA Poem by KateRamando’s hands were dark, cracked and blistered. Barely taller than his knee he’d pile branches into my out turned arms and we&rsq.. |
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TrystanA Poem by KateOn the seventh eve of his death his mother opened the door to their home and took me in her arms, sighing out the weight of her pain as it spread.. |
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MiasmaA Story by KateThe smoke in the room was too much, swirling around my throat, threatening to choke me. It was too cold outside, the breeze too harsh �" t.. |
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TouchA Poem by KateIt was one of those evenings where the crickets didn't sing and the moon hung in the sky looking dismal and alone - all the stars had taken an early .. |
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Daddy Plays RouletteA Story by KateSome have told me it's a chilling tale to share. I say life is a chilling tale to live. |
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Rain DanceA Story by KateHave you ever looked deep into a moment, a memory? |
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The Ralph YearsA Book by KateThe simple collection of essays about the years where I knew a boy named Ralph. for now it might not be too organized - I started writing these essay.. |
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The Ambulance & IA Chapter by KateOur first encounter |
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The Warehouse KidsA Chapter by KateWhen I was ten, Ralph convinced me to run away with him. I was spending another summer with my father and agreed to leave after the expected abuse be.. |
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Playing With WordsA Story by KateThis is the result of boredom |
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