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Lead by Example
There’s an Applebee’s across the way, and my grandpa always told me never go there. "It's full of tired men, hungry wives and spitting children. There’s…
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Ancient Sunlight
At first light a single leaf alerts another, “wake up!” then gently turns to face its mother. She warmly grins, and hotly sends a beam of gold that…
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Oil Inc.
We slithered out from whence we came like amniotic sacs and crawled ashore. We dried like lizards beneath The Flame for fifty million turns or more, and…
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A Sword
My own machinery, un-primed and laying dormant, never forged a weapon such as this - as if by magic, or better yet by instinct to move toward, hammered…
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The Observer
I felt the year pass - November to November - I didn't wait long before it hit me - eyes are no good for telling time, but watching it go, and there is…
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Jewel Eyes Lay
Whereupon my jewel eyes lay, the future brightens and lights up my brain with dreams of easy life and passion-pleased, in place of rigid nights in…
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No Cold Metal
I visited you in prison. Each time I rounded the corner you sprang from the cheap plastic table. You had all the strappings of a free person: no cold…
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Electromagnetism
a man is grave a woman light a man is brave a woman wise a man is might a woman spies a man fights a man fights a woman saves a man is mass a woman…
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Integration
boundary cultivates discipline discipline produces competence competence delivers purpose purpose reveals identity identity tests character character…
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The Grip
For a moment in my hand I held the most, but it was wet sand, and the heat had scorched the coasts. I formed a fist and felt the grains file and fall to…
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Where Once Had Set A Stone
Upon my arm her hand did gently rest, And I with all five fingers pressed the door. Afraid to find inside of lover’s chest That love or lust for me…
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The Desert
an arid lonely landscape slyly chokes beneath the polar moon and horrid sun, “Beware, ye who languish…” dryly gape the mouths of frightened folks…
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