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Wordly Woes

Twas another gloomy afternoon, as I set to work. Looking hard and deep for just about anything. Any frivolous theory, rhyme or word string. All at once, there it was, the faintest noise. 106 more words

My Obsessions

Erased

by Christopher Williams

My name is Mahir and I do not exist. I feel. I feel air and pain and heat. But I’m not here anymore. 690 more words

Race

What is the Fourth Dimension?...A Tribute

Divinity is an Arc through time.

It supersedes those complex layers,

weaving in and out

drawing tight our illusions of separation-

closing the rips

mending the ties. 163 more words

Poetry

A Note On Survivors

by Elijah Sanders

Even in the worst of times, you always remember the first time you were forced to be a survivor. You see the survivors every day, gloomy eyed with not a trace of fear. 200 more words

Commentary

Jeepney Tour to the Past

Riding in a jeepney on my way home, I still pass the house where the carinderia our family used to eat had once opened its doors. 151 more words

Spilled Ink

POETRY: Ed Higgins - Three-toed Sloth Love

Three-toed Sloth Love

Couldn’t
we
just
do
a
quick
ie
this
time
she
whisp
er
ed
slow
ly
in
his
arous
ed
fur
ry
ear… 20 more words

Essay

Pow!!!

22 May 2015

“Good morning, Chuck. How is it going today?”

“Better than yesterday, except for that idiot Ghyslain, down the block. A guy came by and dropped me a twenty, then he dropped Ghyslain a twenty. 627 more words

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