Category: Poet’s Perspective
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footsteps in the dark
Several years ago, I was laying in bed, trying to fall asleep. It was late, almost morning, when I heard it. Well, I think I heard it. What sounded like a footstep in my room. My door was barely closed, and with my back turned to the noise, I imagined all sorts of scenarios as to…
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what will your verse be?
My brother and I have probably watched Mrs. Doubtfire over a hundred times. We had a VHS copy of the movie and would always pop it in and enjoy Robin Williams as he entertained us. His name was synonymous with comedy, and he brought an electric energy to the screen, whether it was in the…
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your hand in mine
It wasn’t my first time through a haunted house. It was Halloween weekend and some friends and I had decided to visit a local scare house, one that promised to scare our socks off, if we followed the course, of course. We walked past caged monsters and shrieking zombies, mummies with searching arms and mazes…
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the Story of stories
I learned to read at a fairly early age. Between Sesame Street and my mom, I began recognizing letters and words before I entered Kindergarten. We didn’t have any of the normal children’s books around the house; I cut my teeth on the pages of Scripture. While most kids were making their way through Dr.…
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Leben Lane
there is a house that sits on the end of Leben Lane a triple-tiered behemoth atop the hill on Leben Lane long lay the house in ruin and decay empty and forlorn for not a one would stay the sacred cannot be found on this part of the lane but the unholy traverse, celebrating the…
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