500 words

500 words yet unwritten, allowing me to sense their continuous presence, taunting me with their potential and their cleverness just out of reach, blaming me somehow for all the shortcomings of mankind, or at least my own, as if it were my fault that I love them so desperately but forget their order too quickly to put them into the world that expects so much and so little of them.

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Arthritic Flower

In response to Maya Angelou’s, "Still I Rise" The world feels heavy as of late, not directly because of the political

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This is not who we are…

This is not who we are...

This is not a news story...
This is not a political agenda...
This is not a personal vendetta...

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The Victrola

This story was originally published in the 7th Annual Writer’s Digest Short Short Story Competition Collection Sunlight filtered through a

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You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.

– Maya Angelou

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