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Poem – Joline – This is Not Working
This is not working. Playing the other role, hoping for something benign, I asked what this was. You threw your cigarette. Landing with orange ash slowly rising into the early autumn air, as you dropped from the cement wall and walked away forever.
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Poem – Voice with no Voice
The last drag taken slowly the cigarette fading beneath the black sky free of clouds and moon. The last puff of smoke masks the face of an unknown man desiring anonymity as he watches from a distance. He cannot bring himself to emerge from the shadows as the pain courses through his body and his…
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“Marya”, Early Years
Deep black eyes partially hidden by disheveled hair draped across petite shoulders beneath black leather jacket. Leaning against a chain link fence, the face gives nothing away no indication, no hint of the inner struggle. Each image one piece of some story, each word formed into sentences into paragraphs. Arms at each side, long fingers…