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WordFish (16)

The silence pounds at my eardrums louder than a construction site for a New York city skyscraper. Words like fish in a pond that I have to grab with my own bare hands. Numbly staring at the wall as it … Continue reading

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Writer’s block: poetry of fustration (4)

I’m awake. I know it is true, which frightens me all the more in my monent of numbness. NO! NO! NO! (scribble) I’m asleep. I know it to be true, yet others forever preach of theĀ opposite. NO! scribble “You’re awake … Continue reading

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