Poetry: Pencils & Life

Sitting at a desk,pencil in affectionate fingers,ready to impart marks on white worlds.The lines come out sharp at first,but dullness is impending,too soon only scratchy ebbs at frayed flesh.Sometimes strokes…

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Writing Exercise: No More Time

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Five minutes left. At the bell’s flat-noted tone students begin pouring out of their classrooms. I leave too, casual and dangle-armed, beginning this hourly ritual of transporting myself from…

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