glimpses shared by our authors
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I hope this works. I've tried to establish some kind of routine - some kind of symbolic act that I repeat day by day in the hopes that it will ... read more -
Okay so what do I all have to finish? 1. finish editing Glassie Essay. 2. Edit poem and then print it and the black and white photo of Eros and ... read more -
She told him he was a train once, when they woke up in her sheets one Sunday morning. He seemed to understand, like someone had told him that before. He ... read more -
I don't know anymore... I guess I'm just waiting till I get the balls to do it. To swallow the pills, enough of them, all of them. I just want ... read more -
it's only 11pm and it's been exactly 11 hours and 41 minutes since i saw you last i want a kiss and a cuddle up in bed i want you ... read more -
I read The Birth of Heracles and above me moves the blood moon, a sliver of brightness slowly being eaten by rusty red roundness. I need to write before it ... read more -
Dear Friend, Do you feel it, that sweetness in the air? It's called hope. I've been writing poems everyday and sometimes it's a chore but sometimes it's an invitation for ... read more -
In the era of confusion I stand straight and meditate. Keep the high of the flowing buzz from withing and feeling myself expand to another form of human living. The ... read more -
"Do you know anyone who died?" asked Cait. "Only the bugs," replied Nellie. She drew in the dirt with a stick. "I'm probably getting some now." "What kind of bugs ... read more -
It is the beginning of a new stage in my life, a dayly work of writing something new. Many could think it is an deadly attempt to boost my creative ... read more
