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If you can hear a piano fall

I didn’t turn a light on and I certainly didn’t play any music. I sat there in the beautiful silence, the wind gently humming through the window seams, the darkness just completing itself outside. I poured myself a glass of wine. … Lire la suite

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The Beauty in Error (The 5 W’s of Writing)

Wistful. I want to write in a journal with a favourite silky pen or a soft, gliding pencil on fresh, gleaming sheets of paper that smell deliciously of fresh, gleaming sheets of paper with a sweet hint of glue and … Lire la suite

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Indian Summer

It waited for me the rain this morning I told him yesterday I am going for a walk in the rain at dawn you are welcome to join me. And in my first few steps fell the first few drops … Lire la suite

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Fuck Fiction!

The only thing I’ve put in this poor body today is a coffee, the toxic fumes of half a cigarette, and some of my own blood from a scab I picked. I’m hungry. I’m on a train bound for The … Lire la suite

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What Pound has to say

To the author who gave me the “Bus driver” assignment, I wrote: <<I posted my last attempt at Bus driver. I say last because while I feel it is important to stick at a thing, sometimes it also gets to … Lire la suite

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FROM HERE ON IN

Today begins a new phase in my life. I sold my car, cut my hair, and quit the gym. I am giving myself a budget of $20 per day for all food and drink. That includes groceries, restaurants, bottles of … Lire la suite

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Poetry 02: Marseille

I envision us in a café where they come to know us by name everyday perfectly mundane and blissfully the same we write and we drink our cafés then bourbon then wine then we dine then stroll by the sea … Lire la suite

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