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To run for office
You must survive some hopeless
Misery, like us
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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The Lesions of Devotion
Every day I set myself down on the freshly cut lawn and strip myself bare. I take my guitar and finger the frets and pick at the strings, listening for dissonance. My life is dissonance. I twist the tuning pegs until each string sounds bright. Then I kneel, calves pointing behind me, kneecaps facing forward. All exposed to the breeze. I close my eyes and play the melody.
By Paul Stewart4 days ago in Fiction
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More truth bombs via Japanese poetry forms! Well wrought, sir!
I wish they saw it this way too. Loved your Senryu!
Nice one, D.J.! (. . . or of course, just get huge donations and never relate to the misery, but I digress! lol)
Packed with an emphatic, profound meaning that resonates with your reader.