Pilar Palombo
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The AlarmA Story by Pilar PalomboBeep… beep… beep. The alarm shrieks its morning cry. A gnarled, withered hand crashes down upon the OFF button and falls to the side of .. |
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Smoke and MirrorsA Poem by Pilar PalomboCoiled columns of smoke Rise from the smoldering butt Breathe dagger snow flakes... |
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Butterfly EffectA Poem by Pilar PalomboMaybe if she hadn’t stumbled Splattering his new white shoes He would have still loved her Perhaps if he had taken longer Explaining the Q.. |
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BLAMING GUILTA Poem by Pilar PalomboI’ve only got a glimpse of her through my astigmatic eye. Draped in a tornado of red, perhaps a darkened Red Riding Hood. She teeter-totters o.. |
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Vive le Cinquefoil Libre.A Book by Pilar PalomboThe title is a play of words based on vive le Quebec libre (long live the free Quebec) This was a controversial statement from De Gaul's progressive m.. |
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CHAPTER ONEA Chapter by Pilar PalomboBattered LED lights perch atop the rusted iron arch marking the frowning entryway. The pitiful weak-pulsed bulbs trace the half-lit title Cinquefoil. .. |
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CHAPTER TWOA Chapter by Pilar PalomboThe first thing I feel is a tingling throughout my body. It starts at the tips of my extremities then creeps up my arms, legs, spreads in my torso and.. |
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Who Are We? What Are We?A Poem by Pilar PalomboWho am I? I am not. What am I? I am not. What? I am the dialogue between Adolf and Mohandas… …The docile pirouettes .. |
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