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The past merely creates the contours and cracks that steal the innocence of our souls. Defining our...

A brief presentation of how I "translate" LOVE in my own poetry

Some brief insights of why I write poetry and how I see this creative process contributing in my live and...

I need a bandaid...

Sparrowsong did you get hurt again?

It isn't me this time...

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One day George reached a famous bar in the city and ordered three glasses of strong beer.

“You are...

I hold a memoir on the diaphanous surface. The quill of my soul scribbles the cryptic encrypted notes. The...

I, Adrian Geraghty, awoke with vigorous shock one pale morning and realised my eyes didn’t need to be open...

Mr. Samuel was very shrewd. Of the many plots he owned, he wanted to dispose off one. He wanted the best...

She sunk quartets and was Cairo based
On a Nile ship she looked outa place
Amongst expat...

We danced once.

Not a note of music could be heard.

Only your heart beat, and mine....

He is the bull.

He can feel its damp matted fur, bloodied with maroon clumps of failure. He can...

There is a red string of fate around us all. It acts as a pen-- keeping us contained yet complacent. My...

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"I dream of trains that end up starving snakes, sleep with riddled with mass exodus of...

Hello?

Sparrowsong it's Rachel...

Hello Rachel...

I am calling to let you know we...

I was born the youngest of 5 and lived in a rat-infested council house until I was aged 4. The other houses...