Las Vegas Tales I

Sid Delicious: The Poet's Prologue The Summer Day   The grave’s a fine and private place, But none, I think, do there embrace. Andrew Marvell: To His Coy Mistress by Mark Kodama The air brakes hissed and the bus slowly backed into reverse.  As the bus driver left the terminal you could feel the bump … Continue reading Las Vegas Tales I

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Written by: Blue_Notebook Above me is a tearing sky, like a frivolous eye ready to die, bedizened with maladies in the color of red, in which my cheeks shattered and bled.   Bowing my lifeless head below I saw, the teeming shivers and spasms always I held low. Like a statue robbed of impunity my … Continue reading “.”