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Poem: "Puppeteer"

A puppeteer, you may call it, the master of manipulation. All his fingers hold the knots, to the cracks in your foundation. Hidden by...

Flash Fiction: "Acatalepsy"

As the night sky slowly rose above the distant mountain tops, she watched the yellow and red streaks of light stream below her, cars like...

Travel: Honk OK Please

I went to India. And it was…AWESOME. I didn’t have the mind-blowing revelation I had hoped for. I suppose the anticipation for one rid...

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