Creative

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Though a Democrat, I play...

Though a Democrat, I play the devil's advocate...

after reading the article
(published in the July + August 2024
issue of Mother Jones)
...

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WOLLMAN ICE RINK

WOLLMAN ICE RINK

Location...

Central Park...

Old History...

Donald J. Trump put his money in it when...

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THAT WAS QUICK

THAT WAS QUICK

Hello...

Hi it's me...

Sparrowsong?

That was quick...

I left a phone number...

Art -

Hand Crafted

Hand Crafted
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Haiku Series - Four

mr ghost moon
he smirks at my reflection
through a small window

sleeping winter...

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CAKE TIME WITH MICKEY AND...

This is a tale of Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck
In the kitchen a cake they both decided to cook...

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OUR BOLOGNA HAD A FIRST NAME

Inspired by Bill MacEachern

OUR BOLOGNA HAD A FIRST NAME

There's a generation that doesn't have the largest population which probably was for the best...

...

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Mused

its a bit like being Tangoed but in the literary sense ..

It was that last
verse
that killed him ..
As indeed,
all last verses
...

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You're A Flower

Separate the lines

You'll see yourself in the flower, caught between them
Trying to outgrow...

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Run to you.

Run to you.

It's dark, cold and I have no f*cking idea where I am.
This does not feel good.
Where the f*...

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If you go out…

If you go out…

If you go out in the woods today
You’re in for a big surprise
There’s fallen embers catching...

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So Pretty Me Confident

So Pretty Me Confident

A penciled brow to distinguish my taste of curiosity
To not show off but rather to sophisticate my...

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The death of me

Sitting on the edge
feet hanging down
Deep in thought
panic creeping in
wanting...

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A drovers tale

I met up with a drover his tale he did tell

A drovers is a stockman His saddle is his trade Moving...

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Rose red

Red rose red rose
you touched my nose
rose red rose red
You were in my head
my...

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Anhedonia

Walking around, but there's no sound,
Every footstep is an echo into silence
The emeralds and...