Tag: Humanity
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The Mask Maker
There had come a point where the motor home and assortment of masks were all they materially possessed; in daily constancy stood love…”
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May Never Die
The empty plain around Stonehenge Sits as a bare graveyard. We learn of Stonehenge in the lengthy texts As we force boiling coffee down our tired mouths. What about those who walked those fields? That thought lead me down a bleaker path, What about the builders? What about the man who birthed the concept of…
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Red, Yellow
Clash the colors on the Castillan canvas along the cream cathedral, I cross away… To the dream painted scenery etched along the winding Spanish walk, Where the Tormes river runs to night, Light drops, and let rise the indifference of stars over a Roman bridge. The bulls run rampant Across millennia, splash the turquoise…
Joshua Nicolás Prits 