Category: Prose
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⭢clean_slide
He sat erect on the faded sofa and looked down at the coffee table and the gun sitting on it. A Glock. His Glock. He picked it up, feeling it tug in the hand. Once, on that freighter with the fuel leak, Celine…
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On Saturday
An observational prose poem: early run by the river, ferries, rowers, birds, and the city slowly waking.
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The Last Sound
A prose-poem imagining the world’s quiet unravelling, where even memory and love dissolve into air.
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Predawn Rowers
An observational prose poem: ferries, birds, and rowers moving in rhythm with the coming light.
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Controlled Descent
A reflective flash piece: holding on as alarms blare, memories burn, and blue earth rises through the viewport.


