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Richard the Lionheart

29 July 2014

“Good morning, Chuck,” I said.

“Good morning. Boy, am I glad to see you. So far, today has been miserable. I didn’t sleep well last night. 882 more words



If I had to draw you

I would ask my lips to do so,

For they have memorized every contour,

Worshipped every smooth plane and rough edge… 44 more words


Sarah Garratt on Design Brain

Sarah Garratt is a recent creative writing graduate living in the Ozarks. She goes by the name “Bear,” which was given to her by her Choctaw grandfather and also associated with her site, … 62 more words

Who's Who

Everything is intrusive. The double bed drowns the room, otherwise sunken under the weight of too much meaningless refuse, pinning the chair to the desk. The desk turns its back on the vast windows that pour light and too much heat into the room in the safety of day.  159 more words


Redeemed heart from mouth

Spotlight off.

The drops trickle off the faucet sullenly. In shadow, his pupils dilate. He glares at himself in the mirror. He bears his clenched teeth. 174 more words



Not one of you has ever seen me,
None of you;
Even those who know me.
I could never show myself to them.

They’ve seen a mirage of my mind; 78 more words


From a Notebook Lost: The Same and The Other 25

Mine eyes punish me every time I open them. My ears only wish me harm. My mouth always speaks ill of me. Why does my body condemn me so? 247 more words