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Everything I wrote was true, because I believed in what I saw.  – Jack Kerouac  the carnival gone. the...

MY POINSETTIAS January began its silent prancing,Strutted like the winged horse, Pegasus.I wheezed all through winter Which sprang through...

Chronic Back PainEmerges when least expectedLike water next to a field, slowedAnd dripping, liquid then hardened.Evaporates when least expectedLike...

Superstitions reside within us as long as we feel incapable of dealing with our never-ending desires which seem unachievable...