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A Story by A.J.
When he kissed
Cassie goodbye that morning and, kneeling, said goodbye to his unborn daughter,
rubbing his wife’s belly, all seemed normal. It..
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A Story by A.J.
Jeremiah Ford was dressed in his Sunday best for the first time in what must have been years. The button on his trousers threatened to burst at any mo..
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A Poem by A.J.
1.
Sunlight streaming
through the trees,
Last nights rain
drips and dissipates
As if searching for
the long lost sea
-just like ..
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A Poem by A.J.
I saw a homeless man on Bliss Avenue today, just past a
hooker named ‘chastity’, or something clever
He was taking shelter from the r..
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A Poem by A.J.
Holiday Spirit
You remember the Christmas cartoons and
the family, all of them, even distant cousins, together
Watching..
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A Poem by A.J.
I buried myself yesterday- it went
without ceremony
Just cinders and then ashes, a bottle
of Jack presiding
I spent the most of the ..
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A Poem by A.J.
Morning Views1.I wonder what it would have looked like, had anyone found me this morning…Still dressed in all but my dignity, curled up around ..
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A Poem by A.J.
Saw a dead man
swinging by the neck in a willow tree He swayed with the
leaves in rhythm with the breeze His innards were gone
and his eyes were to..
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A Book by A.J.
wonder, fear, and well.... paradise.
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A Chapter by A.J.
The Terrors of
Friedrichstrasse
“Meine Damen und Herren, Wilkommen zu
Deutschland.” The other passengers shouted for joy and ju..
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