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BRANCH
Photo by author Fire engulfing the horizon behind the young woman with her hair toppled on her head, she marched away. Her sooty face grimaced as her footsteps fell on the cracked ground. She wore torn clothes, and like her face, smeared with black. She pulled up the strap of
Don't Burn Your Bridges
(Before they burn you) Be late, tell them my alarm didn’t go off Don’t burn your bridges I want to call off Don’t burn your bridges I want to walk out that door Don’t burn your bridges I’m told. I’m grim. I feel my
Is Anybody Out There?
Sings John Adams in the beginning of 1776, the musical. And I peer like he did into the shadows with my hand over my eyes to help me see. So, I ask and hope not to wait as long as John did for a letter from Abigail, "Is anyone
No Swamp
No swamp in this post, except for figuring out this writing game or should I say publishing, seeking out a living from writing, I go back and forth. Am I really supposed to do what I desire? By end of this summer break, I slipped into a schedule and am