Following a cobblestone path to an unexpected stage, in innocence I would watch moving dolls playact a story for the masses. I stood in a purple corduroy dresses reflecting on my patent leather shoes. It was hot. The hosts hid underneath a camouflage mysterious as the church alter. I barely understood the litany from those [...]

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Every time I search For my lost keys I think of you. In my coat, at the bottom of a purse, in a messy drawer hiding underneath the bed, in a shoe, in my left shirt pocket. A place I would look to retrieve something hidden in my memory that I still need to get [...]

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Copyright © 2011 David Baldwin David Baldwin has often been observed spending his time on creation and is especially admired by his ability to do so using almost all outlets of invention. Some of his recent art forms have been snow sculpture, drawing, photography, as well as having a real talent for creating treasure out [...]

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I woke up, startled out of sleep. My dreams haunting me, they were always of her. The way her hair fell against her slender shoulders, the way her hips swayed when she walked. My feet hit the cold cement floor, reminding me that I was hiding. Hiding from everyone. I walked across the room, towards [...]

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Her hair was real black, an unnatural shade that Clairol advertised, with a fringe like Nico. She stood about 5’6, in her bare feet, but she looked taller. And she had swollen hips, but they were appealing. She was my friend. We fought tooth and nail, like Veronica and Betty or Joan Crawford and Bette [...]

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In constant fear of transparent shadows Shadows containing where I have been Shadows reflecting, what these eyes have seen Falling deeper into Pain’s prison Shuddering from the cell door’s clang Closing behind me Peering through the settling dust Petrified by a mesmerizing silence Deciphering the wonders of a wandering mind My soul speaks, as my [...]

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