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generational postcards

generational postcards

A Poem by w.d.b


I can recall a momentwhen I knew thatwhat you areand who you wantto be are so far fromone anotheryour hands were grippedaround the railingthat kept pe..
lightning strikes, and strikes again

lightning strikes, and strikes again

A Poem by w.d.b


I am doing my bestto stop assuming thingslike when it is mid Decemberand the sky is free of clutterI imagine the sundecided to feel aliveand so I open..
prayer

prayer

A Poem by w.d.b


please god, oh pleasegrant me that which I dearly need,a hefty dose of fortitudeso I can fend off my demons during these reoccurring strings of solitu..
Sundays

Sundays

A Poem by w.d.b


I don't know a lot a lot about god,but I know that on a warm day rain feels like heaven,and I don't know a lot about sin,but I know that I felt someth..
We Prey. We Graze.

We Prey. We Graze.

A Story by w.d.b


do you remember all those years ago when we tripped on the belief that the night was able to transcend into daylight? now we are staying up late liste..
puddles

puddles

A Poem by w.d.b


what I see in blooddepends on the contextthat I am experiencing iton an old carpet in adusty hotel roomflowing through thespaces between the tilesin a..
untitled

untitled

A Poem by w.d.b


I think I have discoveredthe reason we could neverbe lovers, the day we missedour train to upstate I sawsomething in the way yourshoulders raised andd..
quaint and sporadic

quaint and sporadic

A Poem by w.d.b


I saw you oncein the shallow lightof a winter morningsilhouetted into thesky like the quarter moonthe plumes of yourbreath were taintedpink against th..
My Valentines

My Valentines

A Poem by James Whitefall


A poem I wrote on Valentines Day.
Absent Explorers

Absent Explorers

A Poem by M.W. Griffith


Here's another Science Fiction Poem, this one a bit more sinister than my last entry.
the ashes girl

the ashes girl

A Poem by Shannon April Alice


let's change this up, you describe it.
Repression

Repression

A Poem by Pamela Gold


Repressionshe gazes to her lefther first sight is all skyan angered filled greypatches of blue in its shadowshifting into a seated position outlines o..
You Only Die Once

You Only Die Once

A Story by James Whitefall


A young man discovers something inside. 1/52 4.18.16
Free As The Bird

Free As The Bird

A Poem by James Whitefall


Poems are that of metaphor. What does it mean to you?
The Ballerina

The Ballerina

A Story by James Whitefall


A Ballerina dances the night away. 2/52 4.23.16
P-51D Mustang

P-51D Mustang

A Story by James Whitefall


This is my first attempt at a 100 word story. The writing prompt was a short story I found on a Wordpress publication. Check out http://www.100wordsto..
|Life|

|Life|

A Story by James Whitefall


This in an intro for a story I'm writing. I'm still working on the character development and timelines, but this is set in April of the year 1919.
An Attack On Christmas

An Attack On Christmas

A Story by James Whitefall


A battle for Christmas. 3/52 4.24.16
The Fire

The Fire

A Story by James Whitefall


A man's selfish view of his world. This is another attempt at a 100 word story.

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