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She is the closest I've considered to be everything. Each part of her, each petal colored differently than the next, shaped unlike every...

A short poem about my favorite season Fallen leaves rustle at my feet: Orange and yellow, Moss and peat, Babbling brooks, Rocks and...

A dark and haunting poem Distant echoes, voices skilled, a funeral pyre of memories Remembering desires that Fate had stilled, haunting,...

The Curious Origin of the Goblin Goblin - early 14c., “a devil, incubus, mischievous and ugly fairy,” from Norman French gobelin (12c.,...

Her life is a symphony onto itself. Her notes, be they high or low, cacophonous or discordant, mellifluous or melodic, mix together at...

Sometimes we meet people that understand a great deal about the world. Their experiences, education and strength of memory give them an...

O Magnificent Sky! We supplicate for the chance To behold welkin displays of empyrean radiance. Resplendent does not give equal fitting...

Twenty three from me, twenty three from her, a tapestry of life interwoven in a blur. Replicating fast, growing quite apace, what started...

I’ve been living in Louisiana for over three years now. There are two seasons here, hot and hotter. There is water here; brackish,...

He arose to find utter blackness. The air hung heavy with the sound of nothing. A faint ringing was discernible above the beating of his...