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Poetic Interlude CXXII

I am stripped of pretension; No longer codified, calcified, By who I am or was – might have been, might be, Those notions slipping off shoulders In a gleaming pile. You meet your mirror in artifice, craft yourself for the … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXXI

  Literature By Tyler J. Yoder O! You be Ryder – I’ll be Flyte – I’ll gently go to your good night. Travel through my antique land Leaving footprints on the sand. Bowl your heart right down the street – … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXVIII

Vanity By Tyler J. Yoder I am stripped of pretension; No longer codified, calcified, By who I am or was – might have been, might be, Those notions slipping off shoulders In a gleaming pile. You meet your mirror in … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXVII

Dreams and Landscapes By Tyler J. Yoder     You’re old enough to lie, aren’t you, darling? It’s life at all that’s so hard: In the uninhabitable hours, I dally with my memories of you, Then I put on a … Continue reading

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Pride 2015, Part III

I awoke in Darling’s apartment to the sounds of brunch being made. Evidently, it’s pretty customary when Darling and his roommate both have their beaus over for the four of them to break their fast together; I was privileged to … Continue reading

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Poetic Interlude CXVI

Courtship By Tyler J. Yoder           It was a foundation, and also a word, in the wickedest man I know, A few drinks in the story of its birth. I am far too small for answers, … Continue reading

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In Which We Pass

These days, Gentle Reader, I wear my identity on my sleeve. Even the most severely restrained outfit is – at the very least – adorned by a modest brooch. I take my wardrobe very seriously, and though my unique sense … Continue reading

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