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these cages.A Poem by Laine Johnsontime changes us.we are a different person with each given second;each fresh breath our lungs inhale.call it evolution, if you will,of the cells in you.. |
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Living DeathA Chapter by Aaron ShivelyRotyo was both dead and alive. It's an interesting predicament. |
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Chapter 1 ~ About Ten Years LaterA Chapter by ~Dragon XThe adventure begins....in a cell block. |
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Eye ContactA Poem by Mike GoodwinSomebody just said "Hannah, do ya already have a man? Cause I'm smooth like Carlos Santana." Well here we go boy, just crank it up. Are you the boy, t.. |
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Mistaken IdentityA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe mother lay in a stupor filled With alcohol and drugs, The twins lay wet in the carry-cot And screamed at the top of their lungs, .. |
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Poetry Exercise #1, Take 1A Poem by Naomi BloomA poem modeled after William Carlos Williams' poem The Red Wheelbarrow. |
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Saltwater CreekA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe first time he came into the light He thought that his eyes had gone, The sun was shining, ever so bright With nothing to focus on.. |
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Plate Tectonics Versus Gamma Ray BurstersA Poem by Robert RonnowAn old man remembers what he has beenyet the details are unimportant. Thenthe outline disappears, and the meaning.Good, I can die or go to work, be wi.. |
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One more time, before I die.A Poem by Dulcie(just to see you) |
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Microstory 176: Tamra ShoreA Story by Nick FishermanThis is an experimental Bellevue Profile microstory. The introduction can be found in Microstory 101. More to follow. |
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May 8, 2062A Chapter by Nick FishermanThe year’s Tribulation did not begin until rather late in the evening. And they knew this from the very beginning. They were not able to make ca.. |
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Microstory 304: Potable WaterA Story by Nick FishermanThis is an experimental Stepwisdom microstory. The introduction can be found in Microstory 300. More to follow. |
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Feathered to FormA Poem by Alfred KukitzJuly 1948 |
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Yellow MossA Poem by David Lewis PagetThe gates of the ancient prison creakedAnd the chains clanked in the breeze,When we pulled in with our caravan,As we camped among the trees,The kids w.. |
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Our Mind is a Specially Assigned PrisonA Poem by PandyWe are always alone. |
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The Evolution of LoveA Poem by Michael R. BurchThe Evolution of Loveby Michael R. BurchLove among the infinitesimalflotillas of amoebas is a danceof transient appendages, wild sailsthat gather in w.. |
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