October 16, 2023
Lint. Sounds like a town in Holland or Belgium, or the site where a great treaty might be signed…
October 8, 2023
I can no longer find the abandoned
house from whose fence corner
terraced above I-70, I watched the flung man
October 7, 2023
All I could see was troubles, from the suffering and the pain. There was a lot to sustain…So, I started to pray.
October 3, 2023
She remembered the campaigns against them, back in her day when they were obligatory…
September 30, 2023
the wind blows across my skin, the leaves tickle each other…
AUTHOR: Ammanda Selethia Moore
September 28, 2023
To go back in time, go
back to the little girl with a pill
bug in her hand. She watches
it curl up in a ball as her golden
hair tickles warm air...
September 27, 2023
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September 16, 2023
I saw her once in a crowded room. People pushing in the long hall, and she was small, her famous smile slight…
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