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A Poem by Ken

There was a forest ofBare birch trees besideThe landing of a cliff.The ground was filled withBroken obsidian glassThat reflected blurred twistsof sky ..

Autumn Falling

A Poem by Ken

Afternoon melts Into chimney smoke, Shadows fall gracelessly On the hard ground, As the school bus Screeches whale song On i..

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A Story by Ken

I wrote this story after I saw someone I knew from High School high on heroin.