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my passion a hoard of tinder craving a smoldering other, ignite my ember consume me to a tender-joyful-beautiful-surrender, your lovely being searing …
my passion a hoard of tinder craving a smoldering other, ignite my ember consume me to a tender-joyful-beautiful-surrender, your lovely being searing …
maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …
What a life. It’s so expletive adjective, with all these expletive nouns; I can’t seem to verb adjective no matter …
Tricks and Trade Secrets by Zac Oberg I moved to the high school that I graduated from halfway through junior …
How do you help those who do not ask for help? the stagnant stench of well wishes left out to …
We arrive at the crossroads of order and chaos on this hallowed December day. Porcelain plates stacked high, silver spoons all …
Three friends on my giddy ride home from practice. Seven cars in my driveway and twelve relatives they belong to. …
walking alone [Brisk Bold Brash – oh my] roasting in a long sleeve flannel [Eggshell Knuckle – oh my] my …
Hello, how do you do? Have we met? My name’s Pandora. My name’s Schrödinger. My name’s Pavel, Einstein, Stalin and …
honey bee devouring honey asparagus sprouting after two years on time shearing a black sheep bald “how many licks does …
Icy and golden, I dare not taste that sour liquid for fear of the skin-to-skin contact that makes me humble, …
An ostrich ate my heart out on a Sunday afternoon. A judge deemed that ostrich a martyr. Opening the iron …
A friend of mine, a poet and genius, asked me a question the other day: “What do you want to …
Father Time married Mother Nature this month, nearly eighty years ago. Before that, they were engaged for thirteen years. Five …
Have you ever stepped in a puddle? Just been walking along, minding your own business, when you find your foot …
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder — what about blind people? Stick figures must have the worst porn. …
A vase inhabited by a ghost that pinches you occasionally when you forget to water your plants. A mirror housing …
I have an obsession with non sequitur. There. I said it. Whew. Now I can go on with my life, …
Don’t tell me some divine isn’t out there watching over us, listening to every single thing every single person (7.075 …
The leaf I’m on is fragile, green, iridescent to any other eye but mine. I mistake my foot for a bike …
I’m not crazy I swear, said the author. I’m just ex-pear-i-menting. “Pigeons pigeonholed in their pigeonholes?” I said, my pig …
Daisy chain whipping field, strawberry sweet and green birthing stark against brick red strength. Arbor are bore, oak wood in …
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