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Mulberry Street, in New York City’s “Little Italy” sector, was about as far removed from the small town on a tropical island where I was born as, say,

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To Carry You Home: Time is a confusing thing she thought. It seemed that the further forward it ran from her the more easily her brain refused to stay

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Worldly Fears: Haters are just like Crickets; they make a lot of noise, you hear it, but you can't see them, then right when you walk by them, they're

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A Religious Experience: The room embodied religion. As soon as I opened the door, blinked away the disbelief, and took in a breath of vanilla scent, I saw

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I'm Not a Good writer: The phrase "good writer" means different things to different people. Most often, I think it means one or more of...

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Beyond the Horizon: Foremost on his mind the vacant stare of two yellow-tinted, dead, and sightless eyes, Roth Dowden entered the windowless, grey walled

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Brenda Simpson was certainly no stranger to bookstores. No libraries, mind you, but bookstores. The libraries she knew did not feature the occasional

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Proverbial wisdom Do pants excite ants? Do bees have nice knees? Does a donkey hide its hind leg when the farmer's shooting the breeze? Is an old dog

#poetry #poem

Landmines and Pitfalls: Okay, so from my previous offerings, you know where to open your curtain and whose Point of View you want to be in when you do.

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Cover Designs and Fonts: One of the most important steps when self-publishing is the cover – it should grab attention, and attract the audience – your

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Ultimate Songs And Playlists: Are you finding new ways of making your date night special? If so, why not try adding a romantic playlist to make the night

#music #lifestyle

A No-Brainer (for my 65th birthday) Without warning while walking down the stairs My brain questions the nature of existence Receiving no answer to

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I've been a wanderer all my life. I travel round the world to forget people I meet every day. I dream of meeting someone who will remain...

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Stranger in the Attic: The attic was my favorite place. It had several oddly shaped rooms formed of the roofs of the various sections of ...

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Prelude in E-Minor or Milner Place Hoists Sail We cannot go with you this time All-consuming night has swallowed the moon So tide and wave retire as the

#poetry #poem #poetic prose

Summer Break: I was in school for the full day when my mother began working part-time as a secretary for our family doctor. Everything would change when

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Say Goodbye?: The two hardest things to say in life are hello for the first time and goodbye for the last time, creating a pathway between the Already and

#society #culture #comedy #philosophy

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