Creative Writing

My Bennu

There’s a bird I see sometimes when I walk the dog. It looks like a heron—long saffron flamingo legs, white cotton grey bodice, two crested feathers on the back of

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My Ithaca

Have you endured the scorching of Ra? Or have you basked in his enlightenment? Have you indulged in his possibilities? Or have you triumphed over Psamathe? Have you been lost

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The Ring

She opened the closet to pull out her clothes, and there it lay staring at her. Elizabeth’s ring. She looked at the mirror, and started caressing her cheeks the same

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The Star

Standing there, she is untroubled by the gazing eyes and knows that this is common practice. She is so attractive. She stands fluttering her brightly colored feathers and waits for

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