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In His Eyes There is Silence
Finding my voice in a crowd
I stared as my father took his seat at the head of the conference table. He observed th..
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In loving memory of my grandmother
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A poem of love found and tragically lost
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I stare into the clear depths of glistening crystal, watching as it moves gently yet undisturbed. In the past, it gave me joy to jump in and feel the ..
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I’m in the dark, afraid to come out alone. A hand reaches for me but I refuse to take it. It is his hand, a hand that is unsure of what it will ..
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She starred out her bedroom window,
Looking at the road that lay neatly before her home
A crossroads, leading in two separate directions,
And she h..
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Dedication to Lillian Manlove
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I sat there, waiting, watching the crowd of Japanese commuters make their way to the back of the bullet train. I sighed to myself. How do I get myself..
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The creature makes its first appearance
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He stands by the river that separates the town from Bluemont forest, unaware that I am observing him behind a nearby tree. The poor boy didn’t s..
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