Padlock Junction

Gullible phub Thewless prodigy Prodigal daughters of our time. Erudition superstition Not at odds here. No bolt may stifle The freedom of your consciousness. Burn down the library And crucify the church If you must. The padlocks you’ve purchased are your own to pound.   Written for Week #3 of Nate's poetry class, Fun With... Continue Reading →

Two Turntables and a Foster Home

February Microprose for YeahWrite: we want you to retell an old story – a fairy tale – in a new way. To be specific: retell your favorite fairy tale in exactly 49 words. Spinderella’s foster parents treated her as an indentured servant instead of a teenager. She found solace in music. Her foster brother taught... Continue Reading →

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