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Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Creative Writing: Untitled

I have faith in a fractured mirror, The black line gaps part of this, Unknowable and untouched; Parts of my inner self I am only Slowly becoming aware...

Creative Writing: Flicker

I’m not Hindu. In fact, I’m not religious. I’ve said it before, mildly delivered, with just the slightest inflection at the end to indicate...

Creative Writing: The Truth of the Moth

If I were called in to construct a religion, I should make use of light.   I would worship at the peak of the day, Basking and...

In the Mind of A Creative Writing Student

Interviewing a Creative Writing student is probably one of the easiest interviews anyone has ever had to do. Why? Because they all but write...

The Night

The night brings buzzing little insects that burrow into ears and crawl across flesh They surface when it’s quiet and dark They don’t exist until the plague   The...

The Dream of Writing

The first word came out on a limb, its meaning perforating the paper like a hiss, the letters written in a drunken haze. The first...