Writing

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Go Gentle Into That Good Night

“Are you asking me about love?” said the old man in a slow and deep grumbled voice. By now, he was used to people asking him of such lofty subjects. Age brings a face that beckons to be asked questions.

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Short story: Disappearance

“You’re my older sister. You should know better. And all these books you’re reading; don’t they tell you whether there is a god or not?”

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Poem: On Leaving a House

When they asked me where my world was, or who cleaved this third face upon a person, (not because there was time to toss)…

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Poem: On Being Content

Blistering colours in their permutations sit less heavy than this, shuddering silences held their swollen tongues for want of hearing Earth’s choicest bliss at…

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The Former Sports Star

“Some people belong in school.” The former sports star grinned annoyingly as he stood at the bar with his upper body wrapped in a…

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Poem: Sea-siding

I stand upon the roaring sea, Of the dead, Thin is this surface Which guides one to another,They do not like the light direct,…