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They were devout nomads
These rambling souls
Desert dwellers
Living as they would
Their children learning
The ways of old
Cathedrals of sand
Great mountains of worship
Ever-changing with the wind
And baked in the hell-hot
Summer sun
Devoutly praying
For guidance
Yet knowing the way
Already to
Jericho’s walls
© 2009 John Hardesty
These rambling souls
Desert dwellers
Living as they would
Their children learning
The ways of old
Cathedrals of sand
Great mountains of worship
Ever-changing with the wind
And baked in the hell-hot
Summer sun
Devoutly praying
For guidance
Yet knowing the way
Already to
Jericho’s walls
© 2009 John Hardesty
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Alchy
Take a sip of my best friend
With a dash of salt, hint of limes.
Love the bitterness in my mouths depths.
My head spinning, mind racing a mile a minute.
Blood shot eyes, the high coming on strong.
Flowing through my veins like adrenaline.
The moistness in my panties,
The tingle of sex induced by alcohol.
Take a sip of my best friend
Add some ice to take the edge off.
Mix in coke for blended sweet bliss.
Love the way i chug it like water.
I'm a pro, handle it well.
Suck on alcohol infused ice cubes and shivers
Down my spine brings me smiles.
Take a sip of my best friend
Raspberry, sour apple, and cooler galore.
A flavor for ev
Literature
Bend, Don't Break
Bend, Don't Break
Light,
What is it?
Where does it come from?
Light is complex, yet simple
It is, it exists
It comes from many things,
Illumination is not a privilege,
Owned only by the stars
Light does not "fade",
Contrary to what we say,
It simply gets too far away to see,
Or we move too far away to see it
Light bends, but it does not break,
It is intangible, it cannot break
Inspiration is a lot like light,
It comes from so many places,
From without, from within
It causes you to create
To speak,
To learn,
To write,
To draw,
To photograph,
To paint,
To remember,
To believe
Like light, inspiration does not break,
I
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Heart Stutter
I struggled to breathe in the frigid air as we raced onto the upper-deck, the cold ripping at us as we wove through the crowd. Mama never let go of my hand, though I pleaded with her, Ma, Im 17. Im not a kid anymore.
I will not lose you again, Andre, she turned on her heel so that her crooked nose was nearly pressing against mine. She paid no heed to the shoulders bludgeoning her as people frantically brushed past us; I saw little Maries eyes sparkle with that youthful confusion.
You never lost me Ma, I said, biting my lip, I wanted to stay.
Jeannette?
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I wonder what tune they played when they got there?
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