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  • Grey

    When you’re not running from the boogeyman. In the commonality of being conscious. Striving to live in between the empty spaces. Portraits and shades are rooms in the Palace. To find that one can indeed be and not be, at the same time.

    History
    Journey, Royal, Space, time
  • Pig Tales

    The blade cease not Nullification is not. Concealed by old magazines Newspaper clippings of the World War II. Mr. Sandman and Miss. Marymatt. Meeting of the coast, a division of colors. Goodbye until next time.

    History
    boys, men, time, women
  • Doubting Thomas

    Up the railroad. Around the lake. Toward the blanket of opportunity. Believe hope and preserve. When possibilities seem reachable. When mountains are climbable. The only thing holding a person back is their own fear of success. What is man that The Greats observe him. Grass and flowers.

    History
    book, Driver, Reacher
  • Listed: Azalea Port

    I’ve got a closet full of clothes for you my dear. A closet full of clothes. Wont you start the bid? This Ring. This Biker Jacket. This Dress. These Shirts are sure to impress. Clothing with buttons, zippers, collars and patterns abound. My closet awaits The lost and found.

    History
    Bid, Buy, Clothes, Neighbors, Store, Strangers
  • Down South

    Used to be a sneaky, wicked pleasure. Sour straws were for sinners. But down the way there’s a factory. Hundreds of workers are on their feet for hours on day. Peeling, rolling and coating those sour straws. Back home I couldn’t mention sour straws at the dinner table. Papa say that’s junk food. Junk food…

    History
    Bush, Dessert, Factory, Sweets
  • Men of Business

    Tomorrow never comes. Though able bodied, he was far from usual. House on a heel top, yet alone in his ambition. Bulldozers preparing the way. New floors on the way. Every second counts for those on the beat Lunch and dinner. Dinner and breakfast. The usual: coffee, cold cut chicken, topped with curried mayo. The…

    Uncategorized
    human, King, Man, Work
  • Ocean Eyes

    Whirling around a haze of clarity There, over there. They are in the air. My words, my thoughts. Whisking goodbye, until next time. In waves of purification. Waters seeping into a deserted ground. Bare feet upon sharp rocks, The icy heat of blazing stones. Slowing down the record player. Turning down the vocals, Jazz, sweat…

    History
    Expansive, limited, peculiar, Waves
  • My Neighbor

    Low on space. We need more housing. Affordable rooming or more people sharing spaces. I wonder if the man on the radio has considered bringing in the poor off the street. Sharing his milk and eggs. With those in need. It’s always the one pointing the finger. I would know. A space for two, three…

    History
    Board, giving, Hunger, needy, Paid off, Shelter
  • Seamstress

    The Map. You’re Map. The Cutout. Your cutout. She said follow the cut out I followed her cutout. Hard to hear over all the silence. The value of listening. The freedom of speech. Give me liberty Or detachment.

    History
    Blue Jeans, Cutter, Seams
  • Goulash

    Are you mixed? No Are you African? No What are you? Mankind. I’m a writer, a dancer, a mother and a daughter. My favorite type of cuisine happens to be Korean and Congolese. I’m really a solitary creature, so I’ve been told.

    History
    Bantu, caucasian, Coastal, Congo, Geechy, Indian, Jamaica
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