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Poetryat the doctor’s today,
one of the nurses wanted to meet me. she said she had all my books, which had to be a lie, but it was…
PoetryRUBY
He lived with a pigeon, his entire apartment was covered in bird shit, he dealt good hash, but it was a horror, no surface…
Art, Poetry. i been drawing trees .
i borrowed your apron many years ago. i still have it and just remember you, your darkness. it was good news from the bad,…
Poetry, ReadingsCharlie Ottoway
https://openartsforum.com/audio/milnerplace01.mp3 It was about ten to eleven when I went out into the street. The world was considerably empty except for some exceeding…
PoetryWhy are you so sad?
"Pick up your lip." Daddy said that night during a phone call. It was the day I got pulled out early from school after…
PoetrySometimes
Sometimes, if you are walking through a cemetery you might hear them calling after you. Their voices sound like rusty whistles and dry, crackling…
PoetrySilent Birds
The smell of rain from my window tried to prepare me for your death. It tried to tell me that rain clouds have become…
Poetrycritical thinkers
always an admirer of critical thinking man is still a slave to his senses: he is slave to the cook flipping burgers in the…
PoetryI HAD CALLED IN SICK
I sat on the floor and two women were sat on my sofa: we were drinking wine and smoking joints: I knew one of…
Creative Non-Fiction, Essays, Fiction, PoetryChain Book Store
I watch them come in. The women in Mickey Mouse sweatshirts, their mouths open. They shuffle. Everybody shuffles. The men in winter coats with…