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A Poem by A.J.
just a warm-up
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A Story by A.J.
The Shot
I had wanted to take
that shot, badly. It would have been convenient as I was standing on my porch
and the buck was not thirty yar..
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A Chapter by A.J.
1.
I awoke to
a number by a woman named Esperanza-
'Ponta De
Areia', it was called
And I didn’t
understand a damn thing she wa..
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A Chapter by A.J.
1.
There were no dreams of a woman’s grace
tonight, and for that, I am thankful. That word, thankful, has become all too
dista..
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A Book by A.J.
A poetic collection
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A Poem by A.J.
during the summer I kept self-described poetic journal, which many, many of you readers responded to. I have put it all together for the first time in..
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A Story by A.J.
A King amongst Men
I could tell he was a broken man. The strings
he plucked were as rusted and discordant as his countenance. His guitar ..
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A Poem by A.J.
Exile
Outside,
it’s as cloudy as it is in here on a regular basis,
The rain
trickling down through my breath on the window-
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A Story by A.J.
The waves roll ever gently
up the pearl white sands of the beach, keeping a steady 4/4 time; the water
grasping through my toes for the bott..
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A Story by A.J.
Weathered
A crash of thunder
shook the place, and the handful of occupants writhed in their seats and ducked
for cover in the inevitable, t..
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