Sing My Song
Rebellion Poems Maps crisscrossed on my palms Of faraway places I’ve never been Imagine beginnings with every dawn Imagine a wold you haven’t seen You say home is the sweetest place Four wall...
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Love And Ghosts
Short Story The man in the wheelchair had a face like the cartoon character Fred Flintstone and the feet to match. He sat in the middle of the nursing home hallway, one third...
The Practice Room
Poem The door is thick, at least two inches but it won’t muffle the sound. It closes on this small place, the white paint peeling, the graffiti of distracted musicians fading from the walls. I...
