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it’s a tunnel of time
that does us no favors
we rebel against routine
as I said we always would
me and my first mate
spiraling out…out…out
nowhere to go
with everything in tow
let’s pause it right here
for just a few hours
I’ll dim the lights
and you make the tea,
as warm as your talk
and as smooth as your life
I’ll read us some stories
from the pages I’ve saved,
the trials and the struggles
of artists long ago
— they’ve all kept me company




Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.

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Franco Amati

Franco Amati

Speculative fiction writer from New York. For published work visit or buy me a coffee at

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