David Parham

Joined May 2022

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Writer, Filmmaker, Digital artist.

The ever Changing Complexities of Life, Fear, Mysteries and Capturing that which may not be there Tomorrow.

Complex, Change, Fear, Mystery, Tomorrow & Capture. Six reasons I write.

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FBI agents are searching the home of a sitting President Looking for secret documents Looking for Joe's stash Next to the Corvette
By David Parhamabout a month ago in Poets
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Quick Note: Gina loved her new bedroom set Loved Crate and Barrel Loved the 1000 thread-count sheets I sprayed with mountain-air sheet freshener
By David Parham2 months ago in Poets
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Gina's Cluttered Basement If my life and the words I'm writing ever become a movie This here is a pivotal scene And Gina's basement is where it takes place
By David Parham2 months ago in Poets
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I slowly moved out of my mom's place and in with Gina. One suit at a time, one pair of shoes at a time Did it on the DL so mom wouldn't get upset
By David Parham2 months ago in Poets
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Years ago, Zoe and I took a ski trip to Salt Lake City. Salt Lake City = SLC Loved everything about the place City, Mountains, powder, slopes
By David Parham2 months ago in Poets
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I raised my wrist above my head and looked at my watch Six pm My arm fell back onto the mattress like a lead weight Zero strength
By David Parham2 months ago in Poets
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Gina was in the kitchen unloading shopping bags full of Small spiral notebooks The kind of notebooks you'd buy in a grocery store
By David Parham3 months ago in Poets
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I took a wad of cash and met the ex Our usual place She looked good Looked strong And put together Upscale fashionable
By David Parham3 months ago in Poets
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She walked into the kitchen wearing flannel PJ's We need to talk About what? She cracked two eggs in the frying pan If you want to stop sleeping on the couch and snuggle in
By David Parham3 months ago in Poets
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Gina and I never talked about the business with Martin She never asked I never volunteered any details She knows what I am capable of
By David Parham3 months ago in Poets
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A little bell rang when I walked through the front door Like a bell that rings when you walk into a deli. What kind of place is he running here?
By David Parham3 months ago in Poets
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It was no use going after this guy until I found out whether or not he was connected. That meant computer work All morning on Gina's laptop
By David Parham3 months ago in Poets

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