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Childhood

Childhood I know of a place. A place where the wind breathes The Beach Boy’s Kokomo. Where jet-black storm clouds threaten the horizon. But never rain. Where the aroma of wet alfalfa clings to nostrils. Where a dozen Collie puppies bark pure happiness. Where kids leap from car bumper to hoop rim and get yelled [...]

Posted 08 June 2009 † T.R. Wolfe § Creative Writing ‡ View Comments ° Also tagged:

Dear John

Dear John You are the one on the far left. You are the one sitting lower than the others. You look completely alone. And not for that reason do I always choose you. You are always the cleanest one. Because the man-code says you can’t be used, only if you’re the only open one. But [...]

Posted 08 June 2009 † T.R. Wolfe § Creative Writing ‡ View Comments ° Also tagged: