“Unraveling the Secrets of Identity: Gareth Culshaw’s Poignant Ode to the Hoodie”
He hid under a hood his face caged in plastic. Feet unwary, as if they…
He hid under a hood his face caged in plastic. Feet unwary, as if they…
We talked and laughed for a while then grew serious Abruptly. Things had changed We…
Landscape of frenetic days linked to the demands of now, and inside it she and…
borderline Randle McMurphy-ism drew me to the online diabetes groups those needle gurus were veterans,…
Darkness is a splitting headache wobbling around, groping for senses in oblivion pitch dark in…
Nothing else happened We could have gotten a room We didn’t though Innocence won The…
I lost a word again today, mid-sentence My meaning hung in still air between reason…
Autumnal green sun auburn bites dust of feet and suddenly it’s work work and morning…
I was just another onewho knew it was wrongbut didn’t speak up for what’s rightand…
They couldn’t touch her anymore, something had changed deep inside. She closed doors all around…
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