Billie McCorkle

The Void

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The heat intense my brain does boil to slime Then seeps—in skies of blue she took the night In clouds of dreams but dark soon came in time For she beheld the world beyond the light The stars outshone the sun and love and hope She knew the end was near—a smile did show Her … Read more

Prairie Wind

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On a Kansas prairie, the winds exhaled gales of dust that settled land like thick fog. Ethel rode her Phantom Rider load beyond the wind’s almighty grip, she peddled past the locust plagued corn that destroyed a midwest farmer. The prairie wind stung her face. Covered in dust, a barn the color of night hovered … Read more

Too Macabre

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His shoulders slumped as he took out the air brush kit. The room was dark except for the flickering white light overhead. The door opened; he startled, just his co-worker. “My story was rejected. Want to know why?,” the mortician said. “Too macabre, they said.” He waved the air brush over his subject like an … Read more

The Artist

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The grey sky hung over the city like a cloud as Bast walked down the rain soaked alley towards Kings Cross station. A newspaper hawker waved a wet paper in the air and screamed, ‘East End Murderer Strikes Again.’ Bast rubbed his chin as he flipped a pence at the hawker who nodded and handed … Read more

Dreams of Jack Burney

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Jack Burney your Beautiful Dreams hide in a stream of black smoke trailing the Chicagoland Express on the outbound train riding through the great wheat plain We Listen to Beautiful Thinkers who quietly Tinker on the creaky train (drinking grain alchyhol at 3 a.m.) We are Gautama -Buddha Meditating like Neruda I Kiss those hands … Read more