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When the cotton curtain was raised, I found myself shackled to my seat from the opening. They transported me; Took me to a place I had n..

First poem of my book of life...

The second part of the poem The Mirror Effect

A kid with a deflated red balloon peeks over the booth at Village Inn at three in the morning. His second-hand Power Ranger hand-..

A young boy walks into the bank with a shattered pig. He waits in line behind an old woman who is supporting herself with a cane. ..

When the cotton curtain was raised, I found myself shackled to my seat from the opening. They transported me; Took me to a place ..

A woman with three kids waits in line at the grocery store at 3:30 in the afternoon. She is already carrying two bags under her eyes..

Poetry

A kid with a deflated red balloon peeks over the booth at Village Inn at three in the morning. His second-hand Power Ranger hand-..

The road we travel is obvious to everyone but ourselves.