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All That RemainsA Story by Con CampbellThis short story explores the regrets of an unnamed protagonist and his struggle to come to terms with the loss of his wife in a post apocalyptic worl.. |
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Arthenia's BirthdayA Poem by Randy JohnsonDEDICATED TO ARTHENIA JOHNSON (1955-2018) WHO DIED ON AUGUST 3, 2018. |
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wrong brainA Poem by Asea girl told me i don't feel right and i thought about it and that's ok |
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Fahr an' IceA Poem by Michael R. BurchFahr an' Iceby Michael R. BurchFrom what I know of death, I'll side with thosewho'd like to have a say in how it goes:just make mine cool, cool rocks .. |
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Broken WorldA Story by Stephen J. VattimoA article that addresses the question, is their a god, and if their is why does he allow suffering in the world? |
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Zen Death Haiku IA Poem by Michael R. BurchZen Death Haiku & Related Oriental PoemsThe night is clear;the moon shines quietly;the wind strums the trees like lyres ...but when I’m gone.. |
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Zen Death Haiku IIA Poem by Michael R. BurchOnce againthe melon-cool moonrises above the rice fields.�Tanko (1665-1735), loose translation byMichael R. BurchAt long last I depart:above me.. |
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Zen Death Haiku IIIA Poem by Michael R. BurchFrom depthsunfathomably cold:the oceans roar!�Kasenjo (d. 1776), loose translation byMichael R. BurchToday Mount Hiei’s skywith a quick c.. |
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Zen Death Haiku IVA Poem by Michael R. BurchLet this bodybe dewin a field of wildflowers.�Tembo (1740-1823), loose translation byMichael R. BurchA willow branchunable to reach the waterat.. |
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The Grinning Grim ReaperA Poem by Thomas J PeltierYou don't wanna see the sicko psycho smile His arms a set of sickles swinging, violent A silent tyrant always gripping bad intent He's sipping we.. |
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“We Once Were”A Poem by ShineheemiPeaceful goodbye |
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Head of OrpheusA Poem by MoonieHaven't decided on the title, feel free to suggest |
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“My Last Greeting”A Poem by ShineheemiDon’t have to give any specific reason. |
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Survival of the FittestA Book by LonelyAuthor |
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SidA Story by ivy mccloiyWhat if something so evil, can take your most prized possession? |
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SidA Story by Kenya SmithWhat if something so evil, can take your most prized possession? |
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From Womb to tombA Poem by GeeHow brief this life |
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