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Category: Creative Writing

Polluted

Our world is burning; the flames fanned by rhetoric. The old continues overshadowing the new. We’re exhausted from the cynicism. Campaigns of unkept promises. We want to retire the unchanged.

Momentous Hope

There is a vibe I cannot explain. I continue watering the dying tree; the autumn morning is a little darker. Last night, I watched a spectacle between two grumpy elders. […]

Descent

Another equinox descends;we’re still waiting for the rain. I look around my neighborhood;life is dwindling to nothingbut abandonment and despair. Autumn winds blowing trash on my lawn.Smoke and ash paint […]

Expenses

Problems are never absent, just deferred. I still don’t have a solution, just an abundance of unwanted calls. Hope is not a strategy; only a source of caffeinating. Unfortunately, I […]