No one can hear me scream.
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Hurt (a 6-word story)
Scarred Heart (a poem)
my fragile heart
cannot bear this world –
my heart is hard, scarred
after witnessing breaks of
societal conduct
street-rioters that make me
want to flee
to calmer colony planets
in sci-fi futures
where utopian dreams
are realized & we live up
to our potentials
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Church Basements (a poem)
A teacher told my mother I’d join a cult –
that was in the ‘90s + twenty years later,
I was a recovery zealot, driving through
snowstorms to share my sorrows with
strangers, always thinking I was in danger,
fighting my impulses + a mind that
seemed to want me dead.
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Surrender (a poem)
You think God has left you, that perhaps
you’ve outgrown Him –
we all want to be gods now, in control of the things
that spin around us.
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