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More About Sicah

Today I thought a lot about the way I used to text Sicah throughout the day, tell her about whatever was happening. We told each other about everything we did, unless it would make the other hurt. 373 more words



There is nothing more isolating than the job of Atlas. As chariots tear the sun across the heavens closing another day, Atlas remains, holding the world up on his shoulders. 565 more words


The Anatomists.

Visceral. Raw.
The anatomists knew.
Slicing through the flesh to find something more.

Exposed. Vulnerable.
Open to all.
Trying to discover what you really are inside. 27 more words


Short Fiction: Memory Part I

I found something nailed on the top of my doorframe this morning. A mid-shin length blue sock, hanging down as if to remind me of something. 125 more words


Pass 23/10 33

We arrive at the club, it’s busy down here

Though we missed their band do their gig.

Small stage is vacant, there’s jiving down here… 284 more words