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The Grand: Act 1: The Curse of Skye

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The scene was a collapse of the mind. It was no fit of rage, or some unfounded self-torture; the boy had ...

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The Lakes Have Eyes

The Lakes Have Eyes

Ferrari nails dug into Dogwood bark as August curled in,

And eyes mirrored the lake beyond the petals carried with a cooling wind.

Her favorite spot: atop a mica wall,

We used to go; we used to sit there and laugh; we thought we’d fall.

 

There was only one day, prior to autumn before the earth cooled

When the sky grew stressed and pelted us with rain, i...

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I-95

It’s a bright day, brilliant colors all struck from sunrays

And the night which followed was quiet,

Cicadas ain’t out yet, I’m still figuring out how I hear the same sounds

Miles away and still hearing ringing and shouts.

 

I could never make sense how the skyline is loud

How the blue feels like it’s fighting the sun in a bout,

I watch it from a window while academic papers ar...

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Red Granite

Red Granite

Listen closely and hear

To know what the dawn needs

 

Tired eyes and a drifting thought

You must be astronaut sat upon God’s knees

 

Closer to hear

What the colors of dawn needs

 

Poppyseed fields at the foot of a valley

The crimson of God’s teeth

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