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Poetry August 6, 2024 Watercolor Dreams “Watercolor Dreams” You shouldn’t become that, there’s no money in that career. It’s impossible…
Poetry August 6, 2024 Yesterday “Yesterday” Yesterday, my dog died I tried to give him a proper burial, trembling…
Lit Mag March 1, 2024 We Look to the Clouds We look to the clouds Speeding on open highways Surroundings blurring past us We find…
Lit Mag March 1, 2024 Time What is time? A part of the universe’s design? Time is money they say Yet…
Lit Mag February 6, 2024 The Railway Killed the Cowboy With pistol cocked and spurs ablaze There patrolled Bullwhip McCoy Who ruled the west until…
Lit Mag February 6, 2024 Grandpa’s Lake House I stood in front of the rickety porch steps, leading to a house lost in…
Lit Mag February 6, 2024 Trees In this world so big, We hardly know even a fraction Of the intricacies And…
Lit Mag December 20, 2023 Rain In the hush of a gray and misty mourn, The rain arrives, a world reborn.…