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Five more minutes and Emily is leaving.  It is already quarter past 12.  She told her sister noon.  Where is she? A line by the entrance to the museum’s cafe

I live here creatively in a place that I call The Dream Citadel A place where I weave worlds of sound Build cities of words and windows of images Pictures, video and

We make poetry as a way of making love A precious gift unleashed Pure, primal and free From the heart and mind you may never find A more beautiful blending of thought, vision,

(This is a continuation of the serial novel: The Charm Offensive. Please read the previous chapter.) After a particularly restless night, the next morning Delores walked into the kitchen expecting to

Sometimes the hardest thing about love is the the things that you can't say The things that words can not express or when words just get in the way When miles,

“Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book? It took me years to write. Will you take a look?” —The Beatles "Unable to choose a fiction winner, Pulitzer Prize officials made a decision guaranteed to

(This is a continuation of the serial novel: The Charm Offensive. Please read the previous chapter.) Herbert Halethorpe went into his study. He had not planned on lingering long, but stopped

too tired to sleep too wired to smile too weak to fall nowhere to run nowhere to hide too tired to lie its not really me you see its not really me

“So, the new guy?”  Margo leans over the top of my blue cubicle, the rough fabric surface presses into the palm of her hand. “What do you want to know