"I have never been there. / I’ve never seen the sights I visit nightly / in my magazine dreams. . ."
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Free Reads: Poetry, “A Writer Writes”
"It’s easy like midnight cravings, / creeping up on you in the wee hours / when you know you should sleep / (but can’t) ..."
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Free Reads: Short Fiction, “Escapement”
"My eyes open to a world of sand and shadows. I stand in the middle of a clearing, with foreign woods at my back and nothing but black space before me. I don’t know where I am or how I got here."
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Free Reads: Poetry, “In Retrospect”
"Watching me walking my warping path / you never knew who I was, but you guessed . . ."
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Free Reads: Short Fiction, “The Dream Pool”
". . . I realized the water’s surface did not reflect either of our faces. It was as Ashlyn had said – this was no mirror, no flat mimicry of reality. This was a window, a gateway… but to where, I did not know."
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Free Reads: Short Fiction, “Driftwood”
"I had no limbs, nor voice, nor pulse. I was prey to the ocean current, to every turn of the tide. The man was right. I was no longer human . . ."
