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Accessible Poetry Metaphor

Some people like to dress their newborns up in cute clothes pink frilly dresses blue sports team shirts funky silkscreened onesies fuzzy footsie pajamas with cute animal prints maybe a lion or an elephant or a penguin I prefer the … Continue reading

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The Money Artist

He loved how the paper submitted to his will folding under the pressure of his fingers Each crease held feeling Every paper pleat possessed love He hated the unappreciative after he gave his folded paper away Their indifference heightened his … Continue reading

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It’s Natural

I used to think that it was silly that my dog would always bring me her toy and present it to me always so proud of herself It seemed so primal, so base I changed my mind today when I … Continue reading

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3 in the mourning

He sat on the floor in the purple music room The lights were adjusted       just so He sat down crossed his legs and leaned against the wall He listened to record after record after record There was a dirty spot … Continue reading

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Caring

Weariness hung in the winter air cold concrete and asphalt warm breath spilled from their mouths un-hated heads exposed The signal told them to walk The woman started across the six lanes road and then suddenly stopped turned back and … Continue reading

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