Halfway Between Los Angeles and San Francisco A rooster signals the start of the day. Workers wearing sombreros and ball caps emerge from the shadows. They converge on a dimly lit dirt lot outside Panaderia de Dios. The bakery sweetens the air with the aroma of Mexican cookies. Little else is sweet in Huron: “As … More in TERROR HOUSE MAGAZINE
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? I was gifted this image with the prompt of “conscience” — something I have been struggling with internally for a long while. These words poured from me – no sieve to catch the granules of ridicule and no salve to soothe the burn of truth. Split into.…
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Pinterest image Weary sighs carry me to shore Two more days, rest assured Until then, I will survive drinking in his words ©04/2019 *Written in Shadorma poetry form
“Her Wife Bill” & “The Bay, the Bay, the Beautiful Bay” Friday, May 3, 2019 By David Lohrey Her Wife Bill My wife is 6’ 4” and wears Manolo Blahnik high heels. Hers is an obsession with embellishments. Her first-grade teacher, Miss Lion, told her so. Despite her height, everybody remembers to call him her. … More in SOUTHCOUTH STATION (UK)
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Buried moon, buried moon Who to talk about at noon When dreams are plundered by light And powdered in gold and charcoal dust. Crescent fairies are sad in the rouse and at falter to surmise the scanty slumbering traces that led stupors into trenches. The owners of the light…
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by Jimmi Campkin I remember she once told me; the funny thing about endings is that they never happen. ?By the time you reach it, you’re already past it. Likewise we can never experience tomorrow, it is always just out of arms reach. ?She was always saying stuff…
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Pinterest image The curvature of her chaos carries the infinite unbalance of her vulnerability, vying with her intangible strength She flies, floats, burrows and enflames vapors of her thrive in your dreams, your memories tempting the touch of your demons Beauty is undefined in her presence as grace…
