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Flashback – Spaghetti Man
I used to call him Spaghetti Man. It sounds so silly, but I was only a kid. I couldn’t express what I was seeing, and so, he became Spaghetti Man. He was there every night, when I closed my eyes. I’d pray to dream of something else, holding my teddy bear tightly and wishing for…
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A Hero Returns
He towered above the sun and stars, except when he cried. When he cried, he burrowed deep beneath the ashen earth, down to the core of the planet, where he thought nobody could hear him. I listened from my bedroom, watching the walls waning, the world ending, waiting for him to wake up from his…
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Flashback – Spaghetti Man
I used to call him Spaghetti Man. It sounds so silly, but I was only a kid. I couldn’t express what I was seeing, and so, he became Spaghetti Man. He was there every night, when I closed my eyes. I’d pray to dream of something else, holding my teddy bear tightly and wishing for…
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Spaghetti Man
I used to call him Spaghetti Man. It sounds so silly, but I was only a kid. I couldn’t express what I was seeing, and so, he became Spaghetti Man. He was there every night, when I closed my eyes. I’d pray to dream of something else, holding my teddy bear tightly and wishing for…
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The Amusement Of Mad Men In Palaces
It is sundown and I haven’t seen the grass in days, rage ricochets against locked doors and the remains of broken windows. It just doesn’t stop. Keeping to the back of the house, out of sight, out of my mind, making breakfast at 10PM for a daughter who cannot keep it down, out of nervousness.…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 