Keep your growing edges sacred. Your borders are sharp. Be the weapon with your words and subtle gestures. Do not be sweet to those who show you their visas and …
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Digital Paintings by Paul Johnson V
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The Black
The black. The black is progress. The black is achievement and victory. The black is honor and greatness and exploration. The black is none of these. The black is empty. …
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Home
Home is not where you are from; it is where you belong. Some of us travel the whole world to find it. Others find it in a person. There dwells …
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Spring Cleaning
I grab the hem of my soul Take a deep breath And Rip R I P I breathe once more Feeling less pain than I expected My soul and body …
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Untitled
A clutch of hair is puffed out of place on the squirrel’s upper back, giving her tufty ears a companion Her auburn tail twitches as she digs for grubs The …
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Artwork by Lara Weaver
In my art I like to use a mixture of pen and watercolor, and a mixture of loose and detailed techniques. It’s a challenge to balance all of these aspects …
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Inside the Planetarium
Encircling me, the dark dome, Knows where I will go. It charts out the seas of the sky, And colors the unknown. The blazing lights that appear through tiny holes, …
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That Fateful Night: A Confession
He darted out From an apparent nowhere I mashed the brakes Desperate for his survival I was too slow Or the car too fast Too late His body mangling beneath …
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“Go Out to the Shed…”
Wasps drone threateningly above the door hovering and zipping around a nest under construction You do your best to ignore them turn the tiny key, twist the handle, swing the …