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libmarry

one foggy day last january i ran into a gnome named gary out looking for his sister larry down in front of the cash and carry asked me if i had change to spare-y told him i had some cents, … Continue reading

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clarity

concision leaves an incision when overzealous brevity leaves little room for levity when constant clamor for clarity clouds clear vision causing caustic confusion driving dabblers to the rafters and drafters to derision sewing sutures in our futures pouring the past … Continue reading

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Grottos and Literature

Literary Grottos Somewhere between Shakespeare’s The Tempest and Dante’s Inferno, I developed a love for grottos, for garden grottos, and though even more rare, grotto gardens. Though the reference may seem obscure, while reading Inferno in high school, a discussion of the brief … Continue reading

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blackmingos

skeleton mingo stalks across the yard leading spooky flock deathly entourage foregone faux feathers pink with plumage black as ink watchers haunting to the brink render all unable to think curved beaks like scimitars emit their hellish cutting calls their … Continue reading

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butterflideas

i carry a net with me wherever i go so i am ready whenever ideas decide to show ideas are like butterflies flitting here and there always looking for fresh pollen, the feed their fleeting store slippery butterflideas elusive like … Continue reading

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quillish in quintillus

feels quite quillish in quintillus simply scribbish in sextillus words quiver through my fingers while a hint of rhyme here lingers shaking all the tree trunks in the grove of queer ideas riles up some shy skunks and squirrels, the … Continue reading

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afoot

the game is afoot the fame is ahand queued up output everything planned scheme scrawled in soot script written in sand the tale shall unfold by sail and wind it is told the plot ever changing every scene rearranging until … Continue reading

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