
Playing Music at Sunrise Market
At the market this guy was asking me how old I was when I started playing guitar.
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At the market this guy was asking me how old I was when I started playing guitar.

The plate sold the tale, the plastic cover

This is a work of political fiction inspired by a real dispute over documents released by the U.S.

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Alone.

The blank page unfurls its wings—

a shoe nailed to a horse's hoof

In twilight's grasp where sirens bleed their hues,

Heavenly water flows, gurgling, in the channel of the earthly.