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In the end, there had been no final confrontational scene, no somber good-bye, no cheesy excuses or explosive altercation. He supposed they had ..

Sometimes When the sun was not especially high He could hear the way his daughter laughed The way his wife cried As he watched the gold paint the ..

I am quite comfortable Quiet the racket for just a moment Let me use my words Sorry and thank you and Blah blah blah Why don’t you stop was..

I once worked at a movie theater And one week Our bosses said, “The big boss is coming on Wednesday.” And so All week we cleaned And ..

It was a little past three when Eve opened the door and found a baby on the porch of her apartment. Its cries had begun as a subtle, almost inaudi..

Steering wheel pressed in fist, Driving, faintly rapping his fingers, Lightly, almost napping in thought, Of her and the way her hair flowed, And ..

I heard there was a castle by a faraway sea, That stood untouched by time or space, (Or anything else man has dreamt up). And when you stood within..

We threw our caution to the wind, We franticly untied from the port, And let our white sheets flap against the invisible hand. And all on board the..

He was sweating with cold hands, Fighting a bout of nausea as his arms cradled the rifle, Steadying his breathing, still hearing his father’s ..