Category: creative writing
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I run I jump I fly…by G. Mramor
And watch earthsway as you longaway
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Societal Vermin – Prose Submission by CM Gabbett
C. M. Gabbett is a Communications major at Ramapo College of New Jersey. Presently, he works at the George Potter library and at Barnes and Noble. In addition to writing, he is very active in the New Jersey political world. He lives in Raritan, New Jersey with his family Societal Vermin The term “vermin” represents an…
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Grave Etchings – Prose Submission by C Duncanson
Cassie Duncanson is a student in Western Massachusetts studying English and Art History. She bakes like a 50’s housewife, and has a film camera I don’t use often enough because film is expensive. She works on an island off the coast of New Hampshire during the summers. Grave Etchings
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On desolation’s shore…by G. Mramor
I. ghosts I recall your ascension to the sun, and your return a ghost, you came to me on that shore recounting desolations and sand, and you watched me wrecked flotsam from a heart’s disappearance in the opal sea and you did nothing as fear and hatred dragged me down, and here am I, here are…
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Ram Island, 18:17, Thursday – Poetry Submission by M. Bowen
Matti Bowen is a graduate of Binghamton University, where she studied English and Cinema. A self confessed Knowledge Omnivore, she revels in the richness of human expression found in everything from blog culture, to science fiction, to home improvement television and Melville. She currently lives in the north Hudson Valley with her dog and far…
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The Funeral by B. Bullock
The procession had just started and already I could taste it, already, it was turning my stomach and expelling my hunger like an ocean would if I were rocking against its waves. I watched the sons, the brothers, the daughters, the wife make her way down the aisle, walking slow and careful like they were…
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Emma…by G. Mramor
His hands came to rest on her bare shoulders
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i watched her fall – poem by p. chatelain
i watched her fall she told me she was “cool” with everything.
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Return…by G. Mramor
Your body is an old dark place now
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When did I ever know you…by G. Mramor
When did I ever know you
