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Wellspring colors blue and pink Effortless beauty ours, I think.Wispy fluff and gold rimmed gemsMakes songwriters burst with hymns.May I ask you, where’s your home?Since round and round our globe you roam.Sleep at night, no, never ever! Constant morphing played by ether.On …
Credit: This article was originally published in US Represented — writer, Eric Stephenson Rye Curtis will read from his novel Kingdomtide at the Pikes Peak Community College Downtown Studio Art Gallery on Wednesday, February 19th, at 7:00 p.m. Kingdomtide was named one of the best books …
] Kingdomtide, by Rye Curtis (image credit: Little, Brown) Hear Rye Curtis read from his novel Kingdomtide at the Downtown Studio Campus on Wednesday, February 19 at 7:00 pm. Sponsored by the Pikes Peak Community College English Department. For more information, …
Dedicated to Mom/Alison Crutchley & Nana/Maryanne Schaefer How does the Cardinal stain his plume that brilliant shade of red? Perhapshe borrowed the rose’s bloom from carmine petals shed. Who gifts the Finch those brilliant flecks of effervescent gold? Whodoes the Jay …
Convince yourself you’re going to go. That’s the first step. You won’t want to at first; you’ll want to stay at home and read; or stay at home and watch television; or do anything, really, that involves staying at home. …
I was in abeyance,And still the tides rolled endlessly, sparkling under a spectacular golden sky.Perhaps it was because I was an amateur.I lacked the simple adroitness to deserve anything more.So I am left in shackles by the shore,And I am …
Turn back the lapel black, the only suit I ownHadn’t she promisedDidn’t she lieWasn’t it my promise to show the wayHow cruel the thought left behind cold and narrow but for the red rose pinned to my jacketYet to remain the wheel whose teeth are worn …
i am a slow burn with explosions mixed inbarbed wire tongue, sharpened claws i will hurt youand in the meantime kill myselfwatch me burn every bridgeand rip them down stone by stone while i screamtongue slicing open mouthbricks digging into fleshcold razors …
The gods of old are dead. The ancient pantheons have fallen.I looked toward the sky and wondered why I had to be born in this time.I wondered why I was cursed to a mortal life with mortal limitations.Why could I …
No. I do not simply like coffee.Coffee is my life, period.Saturday is for getting coffee with the posse.Caffeine, I swear is like a steroid.Coffee is necessary for every day.Without, I am simply a zombie.But with it in my blood I …