Though I live in a taciturn man
I’ll make him your portal at readings
suck you in through his eyes
jerk his strings make you dance
sing your song with his hands
change your prism of view
parsing white light to varied hues
splash you in strange dimensions
embrace you at end of days
drape my limbs across your thighs.
In the waning days of World War II, a man lies injured in a London hospital, shrouded in mystery and confusion. He is an American serviceman, stripped of his identity and memories, save for the name John, and plagued by vivid visions of battles that
Twenty-eight years ago, Stan Parker and Angela Carpenter broke off their engagement when each wanted to go their separate ways.
Stan became a sheriff’s deputy, married a dispatcher, and had a daughter. His wife died 7 years ago leaving him l
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