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journal 6

Journal 6: anaphora

I remember back when Grandpa used to take us fishing. He was so full of life. Our trio sitting in the boat. Bass basically jumping in How simple the day had been. If only the three could be together again. Old Reynold is gone. The third is off in college and Ryan is just barely […] Continue reading »

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Journal 6

Morris Lewis Choice three     The Day the Sun Never Rose   I always believed in truth. I always felt right would triumph. I always tried to be honest. I always wanted to be remembered.   How did corruption become prevalent? How did expediency take control? How did dishonesty become the norm? How did […] Continue reading »

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Journal 6

Morris Lewis Choice three     The Day the Sun Never Rose   I always believed in truth. I always felt right would triumph. I always tried to be honest. I always wanted to be remembered.   How did corruption become prevalent? How did expediency take control? How did dishonesty become the norm? How did […] Continue reading »

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Journal 6

If I were to but have one desire it would be to split you open, to crack your ribs like brittle plaster and claw into that thing, ugly and throbbing and veined, that whisks up your blood and echoes in … Continue reading Continue reading »

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My opinions may be cliché

Lady Lazarus By: Sylvia Plath I have done it again. 
 One year in every ten 
I manage it—– 
 
A sort of walking miracle, my skin 
 Bright as a Nazi lampshade, 
My right foot 
 
A paperweight, 
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The Storm That Took Us By Surprise

There are severed arms strewn across our lawn, arms of the old oak, choked by the power lines, folks driving by who slow down, and whistle then pass on. It’s like that all across our street: glass shattered wood splintered and … Continue reading Continue reading »

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