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"When An Angel Visits"

by Barnard1960

One day, while I was sitting alone in my room, contemplating life. A small devil appeared on my right shoulder. He looked like what I would describe as a typical representation of Satan. Red, Horns, Pitchfork, and cloven hooves....

0 Likes | 0 comment | 35 views | Short Stories | May 19, 2018

"Night Terror"

by Barnard1960

Summer night, window open. Sleeping. Sound! Something climbing through open window....

1 Like | 2 comments | 78 views | Poetry | May 15, 2018

"Dr. Seuss’ Comment on Beat Poets"

by Barnard1960

(Disclaimer: I have immense respect and admiration for the beat poets of the 40's, 50's and 60's. That being said, when hipsters of today try to emulate those beat poets, they often get the addiction without the insight. Kerouac died at 47...

0 Likes | 2 comments | 55 views | Poetry | May 13, 2018

"Night Terror II – Alone in the House with OCD"

by Barnard1960

OCD ME: Did I lock the door? ME:...

0 Likes | 2 comments | 51 views | Prose | May 12, 2018

"Airheart"

by Barnard1960

Angels flight in early morn, Care for those hurt and forlorn. Three in all...

0 Likes | 2 comments | 49 views | Poetry | May 12, 2018

"The Black Velcro Underground Railroad"

by Barnard1960

Torn pages of unfinished verse. They can’t know she’s vulnerable. Thrown in the trash to join the other lost travelers. Never reaching their potential, aborted in the womb. Lost to eater...

0 Likes | 0 comment | 37 views | Prose | May 12, 2018

"Reflections"

by Barnard1960

My mirror is a liar and a cheat. I look at the mirror and see that the reflection is not mine. I’m not as old as this man. His hair is greying and his beard is gray. He is wearing glasses just so he can see. Who is this man? He stares ba...

0 Likes | 1 comment | 36 views | Prose | May 12, 2018

"The Last White Rhino"

by Barnard1960

A beat for those who sold their souls for security of roofs over heads and unions of like minds. Never again having to contemplate the what, or when, or why, or how. Who with daily feeding and sure copulation, trade the wild running plain...

0 Likes | 2 comments | 49 views | Prose | May 12, 2018

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