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Detroit Burning, Sing to Me

A red sun rises over boarded factories, shrouding shadows of workers' ghosts Fire engines wail, packs of wolves in the night.

He Once Was

He lit the candle to send the night running and shadows flutter on the stray brown dog that sleeps at his feet. His wire rim glasses rest...

PAGES FOUND FROM OLD MAN WINTER'S DIARY

Pages Found from Old Man Winter's Diary There are patches of brown on my knees now. She's near. I can feel her in the wind. Daylight...

Standing in Line

I stand in line at the store. a stranger from Syria, my last home a UN refugee camp. In front of me a boy, perhaps fifteen. In my...

The Barn

The old farm buildings on the prairies hold many mysteries and secrets of inhabitants long gone. Their stories still resonate in the wind.