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A short poem.

He was holding a stack of papers, standing by the door, so I watched him to see if he would hand me a sheet. In response to my stare, He greeted me..

Life's secrets are encoded within eulogies. The word quirky is all wrong. Once a friend described the mind to me. He said it was a house made..

Fingers, raw, clench as I approach the intersection. A woman waits for the signal to walk. No cars pass. In an only partially conscious effo..

My favorite radio stations are in the AM 500s. I like how many broadcasters blur into the white noise. I like how at certain times it's si..

Sometimes I forget. I forget I am using my arm, so I fall without support. I forget what fret my fingers are on. I forget myself. Forgettin..

Life is fair, but, this is not life. Candy buttons and the paper sticks. This generation has more to say? Too soon. This generation is too ..

If someone with multiple personality disorder killed themself, is it suicide? Why is "themselves" one word, but "themself" is..

The finch leaves me. The time lies on my table, enough to distort my consciousness. I'm sorry. I am subject to the vices of modern culture. Y..

"...with Dr. Rieux..." aloud. I look up. Camus's lines being read, I believe. Never heard another Dr. Rieux. She's reading. Casually t..