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Your Father Walks Like A Crab

Fiction

The Pervert

“She’s going to slap me!” I said to myself, unsure of what defensive demeanour to assume. Do I wait for…
August 2, 2020
Poetry

The Reunion

There are natural places old matesnot seen in years are destined to find you;like at concerts or airports, or red-handedat…
July 16, 2020
Poetry

Communal Tragedy

The fire's last embers long died outand empty beds remain emptyempty yesterdayempty today and forever but who remembers? It is…
November 24, 2019