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Jared Pearce
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Jaime’s Summer by Jared Pearce

Jaime’s Summer by Jared Pearce   It should begin along the lines: sorrow, red moon above naked maples, only a sole lamp lit in the house;   gather like the late August rains, like the heat in September, the folds in the living room drapes;   slip away from touch, see how the spiders lift…

RK Riley
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Scarecrow Part 2 by R.K.Riley

Scarecrow part 2 R.K.Riley   The winter wind calls      shrieks      whispers my name       through her frozen       unmoving            lips. Beneath still eyes                 …baby…baby…get mama down… the dead corn                smears                     rough brown blood against my naked feet. My gaze locked                there     nowhere as her straw hand                scratches                     claws                          tears at my hair       cheek                throat.                …please…please…baby…get me down… Can’t.     Won’t.     Shouldn’t. Lost down…

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