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Poem: The Blank Page is a Lie Detector

The blank page is a lie detector More strict than we’ve ever known. When you compose or blather on, Your inner truth is shown. Stop short of telling everything And they’ll know it in the end: Too cowardly to share the tale Of what you did back then. ©2014...

Poem: MUSIK4U

“MUSIK4U” Through the misty cover of the surface effect, The strums of lazy guitar and soft, stifled coughs. The vape gives up its cloud of forgetting: A weedy trade for his half-broke bass amp. Orange County never was the place. It never was the place. It...

Microfiction: Fortune is a Lady

Oh, no, no! I couldn’t even dream of turning pro. No way! But I was really, really happy with how things worked out up there. I’m still kind-of riding a high. I really got lucky. I have fun with it, the racing. I think it’s fair to say it’s...