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Powerless in threading incandescent invitation and lost in the glare of a low son. Late afternoon drafts. Convivial palaver and easy gregariousness course through dusty air, and heads turn studying lithe physiques, flirty smiles, raised eyebrows and searching glances. No time, the day’s end crawls into present, spreading long shadows over pavement. Coolness sinks into […]

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A gang of candles, crowded by small diligent hands, dim, crowded luminance dancing across walls, shadows flirt with joining night. Day finds concentration’s curious folly; lids removed, wax scraped under tiny fingernails, brow furrowed and then a delicate wipe across denim as escape from a sticky hold. Dark crawls cold through cracked windows, the creep […]

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Diffuse signals bark for order, drawing lines to their colors and filtering progress carefully in measure, as if life were a genius recipe demanding exact quantities to impress flavor. Commands echo, trapped behind pressed eyelids swarming with thoughts of futures spun ahead, in sight but disallowed to dissolve the present. Sharpened by indifference, growth mocks […]

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In the middle of a thought. In the middle of a small town, at the edge of a park, in the middle of a day surrounded by bustling onlookers striving for the next best thing. Concentrated, devoid of water and dilution a stray principle embodying weakness or care for swan-like praise. They curtsy and sway, […]

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I want to see your words, not hear them as they fall from fast lips and quick tongue, but watch the soft waves of them as they travel through air, rippling across time, ricocheting off walls and misgivings. Solid words, splashing into oceans as if concrete blankets, fiercely protective, gentle, yet diving with unstoppable force […]

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I stand easy, back straight, but shoulders sunk to hide an agitated nature. In my pocket is a hooked thumb, palm flat to baggy denim. It’s a casual facade, masking nerves and trepidation that I’ll drown in my own flood of words, mistakenly citing facts and spouting enough blustery opinion that the listener raises an […]

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So many believe it comes with ease, this curl of the lips, the reveal of these artificially strengthened teeth. Nights of correction and discipline, plastic guards pushing straightened lines to appeal. Reaffirming attraction, desirable tendency the bait for suitable match, this clinging hope surrounded every moment as if each laugh was a line cast to […]

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Never crawling, enduring the progress of long days as a stationary stay on sills, shining sun kissing shell, smile drawn silent, this everyday companion lightens the weighted beats of a plummeting heart. The effort of each day melting ambition, mirrors claiming age’s victory, the lines of worry gray streaks pulled through thinning hair, each hour […]

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Our guardian sat quiet in blue light, shrouded in black, a scar of segmented abdomen serrating and buttressing smooth defense. Protective stone revered by superstitious minds, guided to position by cautious, needy hands to drive away dangerous attractions, fleeting, curious venom arching, diving, stinging, hating. Validity’s swerving grasp proves elusive, yet it remains sat, resolve […]

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Release inhibitions and flow with inebriated thought through tough passages. Freed from the spiral of locks and closed doors each blank page thrust ahead, any suggested ingredient traps ink between two fingers, opening doors joining disparate worlds and allowing voices an echo into resonance line after line, composition from entropy. It’s the order of failing […]

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