Rain swells Her Essence -
Gaian grooves to the sea,
lone spring untethered.
About the Creator
Zack Graham
Zack is a writer from Arizona. He's fascinated with fiction and philosophy.
Current Serializations:
Ghosts of Gravsmith
Sushi - Off the Grid!
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Face Mask
Every day carry, a breathing pocket meadow; still wet from yester.
By Zack Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author7 days ago in Fiction
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