Perched on dark oak
Gold eyes scan the world below
Snowy owl takes flight
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Candy Hart
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The book by its cover
I feel like a used book that you only picked up because you liked the cover. You ran your fingers along my spine then decided I was good enough to take home. But when you opened me up and realized how tattered my pages were you tried to return me at once.
By Candy Hart2 years ago in Poets
The Portrait of Matteo
Seventeen-year-old Manny got off a public bus at a busy intersection in downtown Philadelphia. When the bus released its brakes and passed his narrow view, he checked whether the art museum across the street was still there. He had been visiting it every day that week but wondered for a second the veracity of its presence. Now, the spring sun betrayed its gray highlights, giving it a warm glow.
By Paul Aaron Domenick7 days ago in Fiction
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