He fought cancer all alone and won the battle, at the tender age of twenty-one. He never knew who his real father was, and refused to bond with the string of husbands he watched his mother marry and divorce. He did a five year stint in Leavenworth Penitentiary, for a crime that he swears he [...]
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I came across his image, alive upon the screen; my breath caught suddenly within my throat, my heart grew heavy, mind suddenly weary, and still I could not look away. For in that brief and fleeting moment, taken completely unawares, I gazed into the shadows of my very soul, remembering what was lost there.
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She reached with trembling hands
In the one direction
She knew she shouldn’t
Precariously she traveled
To the edge of deaths ledge
Desperate to feel anything
Craving his rejection
She raised her arms
As if to take flight
The ground shook violently
Breaking night’s silence
She heard the hoof beats
Coming hard and fast
Over her shoulder
Half beast
Half man
He snatched her away
From deceptions cruel embrace
With the key [...]
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It had been a week since they buried their eldest son; something that no parent should ever have to do. She sat alone in the den, her husband having long since gone to bed. There wasn’t much communication; it seemed there was nothing left to say; only grief, sadness and deafening silence hung between them.
She [...]
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She stood in the doorway of the veranda, the moon shining through the branches, casting eerie shadows over the lawn. She watched as he pulled out of the circular drive, his taillights disappearing into the night; remembering his last words, wondering if she’d ever see him again, knowing full well she didn’t want to live [...]
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You know you’ve reached the threshold, when you start thinking about your “things” and imagining what will become of them after you’re gone. All your personal little mementos that you’ve collected over the course of your life; meaning absolutely nothing to anyone who happens across them, but holds significance to you; even if that significance [...]
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Today
I went walking
With the
Dead
That’s
What I like
About the
South
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He left her hanging
A Monet with no River Seine
He left her barren
An open book with no pages
He left her questioning
A riddle with no answer
He left her doubting
The truth of her very existence
He left her incomplete
Energy work only half started
He left her drowning
Gasping for breath within his mire
He left her broken
To sift the pieces of her [...]
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His was a miserable life; wandering the globe pretending to be lost, feigning insanity due to all sorts of abuse; self-inflicted, youthful demons victim, to any and all who showed the slightest inclination of interest. In truth, he knew exactly where he was going, what the cost would be to get there; needing only to [...]
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