Tuesday Morning
It All Came Out
deceit is a kick
the other woman's panties
the dog's morning shit
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Jen Parkhill “JP”
Jen Parkhill “JP”, a first generation Cuban-American artist and proud member of the LGBTQIA+ community. Cat dad, writer, filmmaker, actor, friend, and graduate of the Tisch School of the Arts, NYU.
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The Spring
The sun was high when Lance pulled off the road and into the dusty lot of the service station. The sign back at the hairpin--the first sign in a long time--said they just rolled into Hatter’s Creek, Population 63. It was small enough it didn’t appear on the handmap in Shelby’s lap, yet here it stood, the first backwater township on the fringes of the National Park. The plan was to gas up, restock the snack bag, and press on into the wilderness.
By Zack Graham4 days ago in Fiction
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I hate when that happens! Congratulations!
Congratulations!
Congrats on the win!
Congrats on placing in the challenge! 💫
That's so heartwrenching! Loved your Senryu!