Begging Language
Lend me a hand, lend me a word, a might. Arm me with it, so I can face TV and democracy. Let me have your venom, your pointy letters, a sword, a…
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An Excerpt from “Colour Red”
It was on a Friday afternoon that my eyes first met his. November 3rd, or was it the 2nd? I did not see how the date would matter, for I was not gone…
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Running out of Age
I’m a thief I confess; Stealing youth out of- Cigarettes I bring to life, And suffocate with my lips. But I take no pleasure- In my dreadful doing,…
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