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Still, He Remains
A short poem
Apr 14
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J.B. Stoops
The Coward's March
In the age of the false saint, bystanders watch as their statues are torn up by their roots. One by one, perhaps without realizing, they are herded like…
Nov 19, 2021
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J.B. Stoops
It Was Always There
A moment is held apart, eternity between it and the next, time crystallized in an infinitesimal second, a frame. In this interlude, you rest.
Nov 30, 2020
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J.B. Stoops
Sunset Summer
The Graduate watched the heavens burn, bruised, the fleeting warmth of a phantom hand in his own. The Remnant was a year younger than he, still…
Jun 8, 2020
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J.B. Stoops
The City of Darkened Hearts
Far above the city of darkened hearts Grieves a dead sky devoid of stars, As if to assure those who skulk beneath That their actions are without…
Sep 29, 2018
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J.B. Stoops
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