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The Epigram
My first work posted here, and quite possibly one of my favorites. Meticulously, I scribbled down the words Of an epigram that had been Sitting in the back of my ...
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Crucible
As they lay her down In a bed of wildflowers And tickled her hands holy, A grandson disobeyed her bequeath And draped her with a rosary. His frozen tears fell ...
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Driving and Suicide
A little gas and I was moving down the buzzing street again. The Loop, always busy, always moving - alive. The Loop was the cultural hub for the city. All ...