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Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, speculative fiction, and assorted literary atrocities
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how was Frankfurt?
how was Frankfurt?
this chat occurred, indeed, as the title suggests, whilst I was traveling by train from Frankfurt (Main) to Berlin. the chat, which in most…
Sergey Donskikh
Feb 8
Thanks
Thanks
You should be paid more Sam
daniel
Feb 8
To the crags, where eagles soar
To the crags, where eagles soar
Don’t quack like a duck, soar like an eagle.
John E Marks
Feb 8
dreamers
dreamers
a poem
Darshan Ajjamada
Feb 8
I’m in a Hurry
I’m in a Hurry
I’m in a hurry for an immediate rebirthing, an urgent transformation, an instantaneous conversion to what was once me. With a pick and a…
Mark Minassian (The Renegade Poet)
Feb 7
Iced Secrets
Iced Secrets
5m writing
Rolando Andrade
Feb 6
Black Bridges
Black Bridges
We do not remember days, we remember moments. Cesare Pavese
John E Marks
Feb 6
damn the stream
damn the stream
stop editing your thoughts no one is there to see them but you
Roxanne Byrne
Feb 6
Streams
Streams
It felt so sudden, the way the eyes went back like a saint, and black like an Addams. I feel lucky to be alive at such times, all of the…
Asterion
Feb 5
Love’s Seasons
Love’s Seasons
Oh winter, I hate you, but I’ll dance in your snow
Suzanne Cohen
Feb 4
Oil
Oil
poetry
Asterion
Feb 4
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