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Crows

The past catches up with us

once I watchedjust afterduska hugeflock of birdsfly massively froman old mildewed pier.deserted it was;the pier I mean.it had sat therein itsstinking mould for manyyears,friendless and alone.then the birds,crows I’m sure,(though they say crowsonly roost in trees)detached themselvesfrom the dark silhouetteand skimmed the sky.as one smallflockpassed overheada singlecrywas uttered.it pierced mybrainlikean ice-colddart,bringi...

White-trunked paper bark birch trees lined Duncan Street. Little golden spots of light wiggled through the dancing leaves. I was so happy to move onto the only pretty street in Killeen, Texas. My car broke down, and I decided to walk to church. Car after car pulled over, and men kept, well . . . umm . . . blush . . . Duncan Street was where Johns and walkers met up, more-so than all the rest of Killeen. On my drive to wor...

Walk/Don't Walk

Conversation with a street walker

------------------------------------- This work within its first few lines contains language or other material which some readers may find offensive. In consideration, Stories Space has hidden the preview of this selection. By choosing to view the piece in its entirety, you agree that you are 18 or older and do not object to such content. ------------------------------------- “My feet are fucking KILLING me. I've been sta...

I worked nights, so when I got a night off, I couldn’t sleep. I’d wander around the Ville, Anjeong-ri . I didn’t drink or party, so it was hard to find things to do, and friends. I’d eat at Dave’s Deaf Rest Stop and hang out with the deaf people until late. They could write notes to me in English, and I learned some sign language. I really liked their cucumber kimche, it was spicy, crunchy and chilled. After I ate, I wand...

In the darkness

A prostitute is given a second opportunity at real love.

In the darkness never showing Couldn’t see her heart was growing Still not formed no way of knowing When she’d show up at my door. In the darkness she did leave me Sorrow, guilt and loss did weave me A blanket full of love to give thee Baby who I’d see no more. Lost inside me thorns devour All my love I’ve lost the power Memories of that darkest hour Cut me to my deepest core. Now again a chance I’m given Scared beyond be...