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We Happy Few

We Happy Few Often, Tilly Valentine would make a point of telling others not to say that which she wished they wouldn’t tell her. For instance, most mornings Tilly found herself incanting to her mother, Margot, “Please don’t say you love me.” Those were words she found herself missing nowadays. Tilly Valentine seemed to possess […]

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The Graveyard

The Graveyard The boys sat, laid back, their elbows propping the upper half of their bodies up. They each had a chilled glass of homemade root beer in hand that Joey’s mom had made to get them out of the house. “Take this and go outside to drink it,” she had told the three young […]

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A Painted World of Shadows

A Painted World of Shadows They paint the world in shadows, bound with semblances of light, fabricated with the hope that we might follow their false plight. They say their light is sole platonic, say their judgement is from God, stoke our fear in what is not seen, claim their own land is worth our […]

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I Think of Thee Each Night

I Think of Thee Each Night   And were my thoughts rewarded by the smallest drops of water: I could create an ocean ever massive, ever vast. Filled with remnants of my feelings of a love that everlasts.   And were my tears in solitude graced the presence of a light: I could create a […]

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Close Your Eyes

Close Your Eyes I know it hurts But if you’ll only close your eyes the world will go away. A canvas, blank, awaits your eyelids shutting. Now dream. paint, lucidity creates: A world that’s meant to live in. Separate from the realm beyond the veil of slim, smooth, supple, skin, here you no longer feel […]

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Beauty

Beauty   I’ve stood before and watched the stars in perfect, silent wonder. Without a thought from whence they came, enamored with their numbers. It was enough, for me to sit and count them one by one. No need to ask that twinkling sky “Who made your stars, your suns?”   I’ve sat before and […]

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The Masked Actress of Great Britain

he Masked Actress of Great Britain   I have three screens around me: a phone, a tablet, a computer. Each screen exhibits the same images of perfection — that is, perfection in a moment. A frozen, fragmented, frame fulfills its purpose of fabricating a fraudulent reality, the exquisite and singular event presented to its user. […]

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Dreamless Reality

Dreamless Reality   When the world turns upside down, for a moment, there is equilibrium. Perhaps not life or death but an amalgamation lying somewhere in the middle – a living purgatory.   As I look down at his eyes, deeply closed, I cannot help but feel… Nothing. As though I am some monster.   […]

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