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  • Cosmos (Outer Space) Part 16

    I sat curled up in a layer of mismatched blankets on the single cot in the ‘girls’ room. I wasn’t cold or uncomfortable, but I just couldn’t sleep. My mind ...

    • Short Story
    • Fantasy
    12 min read


Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
— Billy Collins