Sovereign stalagmite
Heavier than villainy
Gossiping with clouds
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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While It Lasts
“My next story will be about us” “I’ll impatiently wait for your new story‘s notification” There’s so much I could write about us, yet I don’t seem to find the words to express myself to you, to them. As short as the time we spent together, I learned your way. I saw you.
By Semra Laureen Hill Jean2 days ago in Poets
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin4 days ago in Humor
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You probably wouldn't want this to be my next port of call through your Vocal canon but I couldn't help but be drawn by Alberta. This is a good haiku - evocative with personification. Nothing to be embarrassed about here. One of the enfants terrible ou non?