joshua-brownWhisper

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On the Origin of SpeciesSomething wicked this way comes; / incensed, ravenous beasts, / matricidal, snarling hordes.
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Feb 19, 2014
A Conversation With My GrandfatherA sudden spark in the darkness; / the Old Man raises his head. / Planes,
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Jan 30, 2014
moongirlwalking in shadows / speaking in whispers / acting in secret
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Dec 13, 2013
ManifestWheels throwing dust and grit, / Engine a mechanized roar, / I drove out into the desert.
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Oct 21, 2013
BaristaHer face is a grimace, / Concentrating on coffee, not looking up. / I don’t know her name,
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Oct 1, 2013
ChemistryShe is the catalyst that makes my atoms split, / Fission in my blood, full of energy and heat. / And though I don't know my location or velocity,
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Oct 1, 2013
SoldierHis skin is desert sand and ashes, / Eyes breaking through like rocks. / Every heartbeat is a sniper's shot,
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Oct 1, 2013
IcarusI had wings, once. / They were lovely things, / Soft and white and pure.
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Oct 1, 2013
124124 miles to go. / This interstate is ethereal, / Some dreamscape made reality.
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Aug 7, 2013
ClocksIt’s a funny thing, time; / passing away on the wall, / not a care in the world,
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Jul 29, 2013
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