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Short Story: Interlude to a Departure

“The fire escape is rusty,” Henry said.

“It always had been since we started sitting out here at age thirteen,” Jess responded.

“Five years on, other things have changed. The rising sun is threatening to take you. You’ll go, I’ll never see you again.”

“I won’t forget you.”

“Is what they always say.”

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Poem: Redheaded Lady of the Pines

There’s a red headed beauty waiting
On the outskirts of town out past the pines
Patiently swaying to music in the moonlight
Calling my name telling me to leave it all behind
Barefoot in blue jeans we dance in the clearings
Out in the shadows beyond the bonfire light

Poem: Untouchable

Man my head is fucked up
It holds all the infinite possibilities
While sitting in this present moment
With everything I could ever want
Where I am always wanting more

I see her walk into the room
Knowing she is not noticing me
The same way I’m noticing her
Each step she takes is meaningful
But I mean nothing to her