Tristan Wiley : Writing

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tightrope

A Poem by Tristan Wiley


I remember being a kid and stringing up clothes lines I'd walk across them, hanging only a few inches high I had no idea that his would be the stage..
The Place of Shadows

The Place of Shadows

A Poem by Tristan Wiley


I have been to the place Where most men dare not go Some men may return mangled And some may never return home I have been to the place Where..
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Untitled 1

A Story by Tristan Wiley


I can still remember stepping on that plane. It was a monster of a thing. I had never been on a plane that large, much less a plane that had more th..