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Cowardice, hearing screams, then
the slap of a hand on flesh,
Pushed open the door to the red place
Where all the soft, slimy things throbbed
in..
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Little floating globules
with frail, stinging tentacles,
aimless, in the Mexican gulf,
Nearly invisible
save the stripes of brown,
or the pal..
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“Hello. My name is Jonathan Samuel and I’ll be helping you out today.” A cheery man of about forty approached him with his hand ou..
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En route to our vacation,
we rubberneck past the carnage.
Lying crippled in a ditch, back
doors flung open, bloody
packages spilling out,
is ..
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Even as a small child I would sit at my window and look at all of the neighbors parading daily on the blindingly white sidewalks. My neighborhood wa..
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An old story of mine.
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