The void beckoned but I refused her embrace – weathering storms as frequencies collide and disperse raining curses on the broken whose only crime was – their lust – for the ethereal. Copyright © 2020 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved.
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I’ve been told that I have a gift. I see dialogue in pictures… Like this one. When I graduated from Columbia College-Chicago with a degree in journalism eons ago. I remember my Pops bounding towards me as I departed the stage with this wide grin covering his face. “Man o’ Man son, you showed them […]
” … to bear alone …”
“… A reading from the book. From the Water’s Edge Volume I …”
“The book is available on Amazon!”
” …placing faith and allegiance in the wrong places …”
