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storm clouds
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leaves
PoetryPractice! Hide under bolted, wooden desks… Hands over ears. Hunch to the wall. Head to a shelter. The dream begins, then fades. Kennedy…Krushev Cuba…crises The dream returns. In the grayblack silence The…
PoetryThe trees quiver in the wind. They dance in fear of the night. Lightning strikes hot and blue With warm summer days. I hold firm With the wonder of the storm. The…
FictionGypsy Moth Summer All I really heard was “accident” and “your brother.” The music vacuum had clued me in that something was wrong. There was no Carole King, no Don McLean, not…
PoetryWandering Alone I wander through the zoo alone, surrounded by animals. Over the heads of a family, beside a pram, I hear, “Don’t go wandering off!” I watch tiger cubs clamour for…