poetry
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In an apocalyptic landscape, on the fringesof a dying metropolis, there is a bar.The camera over the door is probably dead.Doesn’t matter. Afternoon gives way to evening,wind howling like a coyote, hollow whirling soundsas it sweeps against shuttered windows,like in an old Western movie,necessarily threatening.Inside the bar were a few people,stable in their positions,carefully cultivatingthe…
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Mom and Dad think he is shy—timid, antisocial, perhaps a bit retarded.It never happens when it’s justGrandpa, the uncles, and Auntie Jay.Not when there is deliberate, meaningful discussion.Not when there is civilized conversation.Not when there are pauses between sentences,and even a few occasional contemplative silences.Later, when the rest of the crowd arrives—the energetic ones, the…
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In the sun-baked Arizona desert,under earth’s blistering sun,a mother journeys forthwith her two children by her side.Courage is forged into her core.Her heart is worn,like old leather.The girl, with eyesbright like stars,the boy, brave yet quaking,bothbearing the burden of hunger,Thirsta relentless shadow at their heels.They have crossed a threshold,not merely of land, but of hope.Promise…
Desert Dweller 