Monthly Archives: May 2015

House of the Bleeding Tongue

House of the Bleeding Tongue I have only a foggy recollection of the house on the outskirts of Cumberland, Maryland. It was on a hill, that much I remember, and to this day I carry the bumpy scar on my … Continue reading

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A Walk with Robert

Robert? May I call you Robert? Of course, that is my name; better to call me Robert than Hezekiah, don’t you think? There used to be a farm here, gentle, rolling grass, dandelions, muddy fields and ponds, a firefly show … Continue reading

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A Lunch Hour Walk in Washington, DC

I saw a girl with purple hair and vivid violet lips, and thought this look so suited her, I stared and nearly tripped. Two lovers argued face to face with words as sharp as knives. Then he surrendered with embrace, … Continue reading

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