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@printriver
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May 11, 2018
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printriver
freewrite
2018-06-27 04:43
All I seem to be are curious mixtures of all sorts of sentiments
All I seem to be are curious mixtures of all sorts of sentiments that don't quite seem to make for good business partners. Haste and Apathy, Excitement and Despair, Hope and Abandonment. They sit in pairs
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freewrite
2018-06-11 15:37
I think I'll be a gardener.
I think I'll be a gardener. I'll watch poppies grow in old boots and eat oranges straight from the tree. I'll have a crow called Henry who'll sit on my shoulder and we'll discuss an endless array of things,
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freewrite
2018-06-10 12:54
I wanted to put these hands to work
I wanted to put these hands to work, to see something honest come. Like dig them in the earth and grow a great lot of good things, that I could then put in a pot and to the table bring, where people that
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poetry
2018-06-07 04:27
One day he was chopping wood and found some gold
One day he was chopping wood and found some gold in the earth at his feet. "What is this shiny thing?" He asked no one in particular. "The birds will like it." So with equal measures
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printriver
poetry
2018-06-05 02:03
When you look down
When you look down and see claws that don't belong to you and you feel your teeth grow sharp inside your mouth with the uneasiness that they try to get as close as they can and they circle at the border
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printriver
wordchallenge
2018-06-04 11:30
Word Poetry Challenge #4 : Good Versus Evil
The wide-eyed boy looked up into the crinkled parchment face of the old man and said "I am scared to tell the truth..." The old man narrowed his ink blot eyes, took his pipe pointedly from his
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poetry
2018-06-04 11:05
You are all that has come before you and all that comes after.
You are all that has come before you and all that comes after. You are your grandparents, and they were their grandparents, and so on and so on until before bones rested in sand. There's a hand on your
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poetry
2018-05-31 03:26
The wide-eyed boy
The wide-eyed boy looked up into the crinkled parchment face of the old man and said "I am scared to tell the truth..." The old man narrowed his ink blot eyes, took his pipe pointedly from his
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poetry
2018-05-30 13:46
The urge to create...
The urge to create beautiful things before you die is like an old man standing in front of you with an hourglass, intermittently cackling at you while he sporadically prods you between the ribs with his
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poetry
2018-05-29 01:19
He had lived with the weight of the world ending...
He had lived with the weight of the world ending. But it was this cloud over his head that made him aware that he was bone & blood. And when he held her hand, he paid attention to the pressure of her
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teamaustralia
2018-05-28 11:34
Even if he had made the most beautiful garden...
Even if he had made the most beautiful garden, and within the year the wilderness had reclaimed what he took. Even if the weeds grew across it so violently that any wanderer would not suspect themselves
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