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A wisp of hope.

Although I can no longer look at you, I’m left with the image you brought the last time you came into my place, filling my quiet, safe space with danger and pain. 309 more words

Poems

Proxemics

Silence fosters fantasy

What’s the danger if it don’t?

Hope feels the press of her pillow:

an interlocking section of that Venn diagram.

Breathing to breathe is crucial, just don’t… 15 more words

Carson Nunnally

THE ADVENTURE

I went off the “beaten track” today and saw
a Sandpiper run across a sidewalk .
That’s a BEACH BIRD! What’s he doing here,
NO SAND!
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Journaling

Flash-Fiction: Herbert Salisbury

Herbert Salisbury walks into the arena to sweep the floor, when he sees the center of it is lit up by the surrounding lights.  Grabbing the handle of the mop, he puts it up to his mouth like a microphone on a stand, and strikes a pose reminiscent of Elvis Presley, saying, “Thank you.  288 more words

Literature

to me, my god

looked through you like a church window
because i knew i had found something to believe in
follow the gaze of the saints, my sacred… 23 more words

Prose Poetry

More than an umbrella,
a person walking in the rain
needs someone who would walk with him.

비를 맞으며 걷는 사람에겐 우산보다
함께 걸어줄 누군가가 필요한 거임을

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Spoiler Alert

makeshift matchsticks & grass blade infinity knots.

nights have only ever made sleeping and breathing the back side of a to-do list. i fidget hard most nights and run my palms over my skin constantly. 843 more words