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Daily Deviation
January 28, 2014
Clay is powerful imagery in six lines by Kupo9089.
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effervescent across
summer sunsets,
his body
is the canvas where
my hands
create landmarks.
summer sunsets,
his body
is the canvas where
my hands
create landmarks.
Literature
1945 in sepia
the boy called spineless has a backbone
lost in the rubble of hiroshima, his unfettered hands
pulling at maps and photographs.
with worn and radioactive identity, he knows
that the world is a veteran, sick of empathy
& can look massacre in the eye without blinking.
hastily, people will cleanse themselves
of alpha particles and corpses
they did not touch.
history classrooms will suck the marrow of tragedy
unafflicted, passing nagasaki
as another word in a textbook,
pointing at pictures, saying
that’s what you get
when you fuck with america.
he does not blame them.
they have not seen for themselves
the crimson cloud inhaling his o
Literature
Foresight
Debra Mae was an astonishingly good programmer.
Her code always worked correctly the first time, and she never missed a deadline. Her workspace was immaculate, but curiously devoid of personal effects. No framed pictures, no toys, just her small collection of pens lined up according to color and an inbox for the occasional old-school paper input.
Her computer was equally immaculate. Nothing extra on her desktop, no stray icons. If one peeked at her browser history there’d be nothing there but work-related google searches and company stuff.
She dressed neatly but very plainly. I suspected she had four dresses in her wardrobe an
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a quoi ca sert l'amour
She remembered that night better than he did. The way he was dressed, how he talked, what he ate, where he was stayingthe ring on his finger, fresh from January, and it shined under the dim light, her warning sign to stay away; a warning sign she took seriously and knew well. She kept the thought vigilant in her mind with every fidgeted rub to her own naked ringfinger under the table, the ghost of the engagement then and the marriage that never was. Her boyfriend beside her should've been reason enough to resist the obvious magnetism and subsequent temptation, but she found herself captivated by this man of her French homeland, who list
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Sup, everyone.
I just finished a buncha writing courses.
I won't be uploading a bunch of my work, but instead, just slowly coming back.
I just finished a buncha writing courses.
I won't be uploading a bunch of my work, but instead, just slowly coming back.
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Amazing poetry. Clearly, what I write dwarfs in front of this. Your words are really like the sculptor's chisel.