Odin Roark
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Cavemen in Tuxedos (an editorial)A Story by Odin RoarkThe world’s accelerated chaos begs perhaps unanswerable questions. One must regret it’s not an American exclusive problem. |
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Dying AliveA Poem by Odin RoarkConsidering mortality. |
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When the Wheels Stop Turnin' (flash fiction)A Story by Odin RoarkAge, especially witnessing it in parents, does have it’s lighter moments, few as they might be. |
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Showerhead LiberationA Poem by Odin RoarkPrivacy’s inner calm needn’t be given up. |
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Bernstein VisitsA Poem by Odin RoarkEven with music being such a personal experience, the desire to make one’s appreciation public is undeniable at times. (Leonard Bernstein’.. |
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Doors and EntrancesA Poem by Odin RoarkEntrances and exits come in many forms, some tangible, some ethereal. |
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Mind's Labor CampsA Poem by Odin RoarkAccepting we create our own reality is often a slow lifelong revelation. |
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Funhouse DistortionA Poem by Odin RoarkSelf examination comes in many forms. |
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Rust-framed ReflectionsA Poem by Odin RoarkWith camera in hand, burial grounds of youthful symbols will always remain nostalgic. |
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Cobblestones GaspingA Poem by Odin RoarkInteresting how some of history’s roads of suffering convert into modern delusion. |