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MORALITY PARK
i awoke that morning with a fantasy like any other namely, a golden rod poking holes in the clouds and i walking a mile of dropped jaws & hanging clocks & lavender-drenched tides to a castle in a tree that bore no roots and waved an iron flag like a mechanical rib or a stale bird trembling on the lip of a volcano every line is a world and every number is a logic that falls dead at the doors of ABOUT | MORALITY PARK Morality Park is an artistic literary collective, comprised of a mixture of voices that span the globe. We are committed to honoring the strenght of artistic expression, and offering the best we have asartists &
MORALITY PARK
A.G. Diedericks. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it’s a story that i told. & it’s freeMORALITY PARK
where memory rusts, limp on a clunk of. dry land & dragging me through the sequins of a. small earth. i croak to the fractured window of a bone-white ford truck groaning down, shambling up a HUMANE | MORALITY PARK Posts about Humane written by Eli Kyoko. Welcome to the funfair where anyone can go through. This is the mirthful side of the world that haunts me in vivid and vibrant colors. Sugar and NITIN | MORALITY PARK Read all of the posts by Nitin on MORALITY PARK. I’m trapped in my old sedan like the Sicilian Bull, the fires of trauma roasting me, and in agony I pound the steering wheel and incessantly press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as glinting scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, the water like blood sluicing, the wipers like metal claws scraping the glass in desperation. ELI KYOKO | MORALITY PARK The unpeeling of the mask. is making known once. someone enters your carnal abode. Flesh is ripped and you are there. Your imperfections laying bare. Maximised by a voracious glare OREGON | MORALITY PARK Posts about Oregon written by Samantha Rose. [Astoria is a coastal town in the state of Oregon, rumored along with many of its surrounding areas to be haunted by various creatures and spirits. MAY | 2018 | MORALITY PARK Exhausted by the war, sanctions, and criminality seeping into every pore of society, Serbia was unstoppably sinking into deeper crisis. Furthermore, every attempt to criticize communism and authoritarian national leaders was choked off, which wouldSAMANTHA ROSE
They say that femininity is sweet to the taste. and too delicate to choke on. It is a platter of cucumber finger sandwiches. and lukewarm tea served with sugar cubesMORALITY PARK
i awoke that morning with a fantasy like any other namely, a golden rod poking holes in the clouds and i walking a mile of dropped jaws & hanging clocks & lavender-drenched tides to a castle in a tree that bore no roots and waved an iron flag like a mechanical rib or a stale bird trembling on the lip of a volcano every line is a world and every number is a logic that falls dead at the doors of ABOUT | MORALITY PARK Morality Park is an artistic literary collective, comprised of a mixture of voices that span the globe. We are committed to honoring the strenght of artistic expression, and offering the best we have asartists &
MORALITY PARK
A.G. Diedericks. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it’s a story that i told. & it’s freeMORALITY PARK
where memory rusts, limp on a clunk of. dry land & dragging me through the sequins of a. small earth. i croak to the fractured window of a bone-white ford truck groaning down, shambling up a HUMANE | MORALITY PARK Posts about Humane written by Eli Kyoko. Welcome to the funfair where anyone can go through. This is the mirthful side of the world that haunts me in vivid and vibrant colors. Sugar and NITIN | MORALITY PARK Read all of the posts by Nitin on MORALITY PARK. I’m trapped in my old sedan like the Sicilian Bull, the fires of trauma roasting me, and in agony I pound the steering wheel and incessantly press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as glinting scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, the water like blood sluicing, the wipers like metal claws scraping the glass in desperation. ELI KYOKO | MORALITY PARK The unpeeling of the mask. is making known once. someone enters your carnal abode. Flesh is ripped and you are there. Your imperfections laying bare. Maximised by a voracious glare OREGON | MORALITY PARK Posts about Oregon written by Samantha Rose. [Astoria is a coastal town in the state of Oregon, rumored along with many of its surrounding areas to be haunted by various creatures and spirits. MAY | 2018 | MORALITY PARK Exhausted by the war, sanctions, and criminality seeping into every pore of society, Serbia was unstoppably sinking into deeper crisis. Furthermore, every attempt to criticize communism and authoritarian national leaders was choked off, which wouldSAMANTHA ROSE
They say that femininity is sweet to the taste. and too delicate to choke on. It is a platter of cucumber finger sandwiches. and lukewarm tea served with sugar cubesMORALITY PARK
A.G. Diedericks. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it’s a story that i told. & it’s free CONTACT | MORALITY PARK “If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.” —Vincent Van Gogh
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‘Will things get better Ma?’ I’d ask her, once a fractured identity, found its cast of maternal iron and grit, determined to see the boy through shoves that split ears open – red drops of anguish finding an emotionally ramshackled Gethsemane – though he was too young to pray, to plead and to say sorrowfully, ‘If it’s your will, take this cup,’ and desperate to see him uphold SOCIETY | MORALITY PARK Posts about society written by MORALITY PARK, River Dixon, and EliKyoko
FEBRUARY | 2019 | MORALITY PARK 3 posts published by MORALITY PARK during February 2019. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it EPITAPH | MORALITY PARK a blank epitaph enshrined. in dust. blooms coal-black petals. of which her lovers pluck. one by one – here, ‘neath the seeds of repent. where requiems are born AUGUST | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by floweringink, Samantha Rose, Blogging_with_Bojana, MORALITY PARK, and chrisnelson61 during August2018
JULY | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by MORALITY PARK, chrisnelson61, Blogging_with_Bojana, Samantha Rose, and floweringink during July 2018 INTRODUCING DAVID REDPATH Introducing David Redpath – Is She ? March 8, 2018. March 13, 2018. / MORALITY PARK. Is she. a love refugee? From behind a veil. upon a prevailing trail. that has led her to me. PUTTING OUT THE FIRE WITH GASOLINE (OR DID YOU CALL MOI … The Balkans is often referred to as a barrel of gunpowder because of its constant tensions and turbulence, which is something you inherit from your parents, like high cholesterol, and something you leave behind when you kick the bucket. Unless you learn to swim in its tempestuous waters, you stand a higher chance of drowning.MORALITY PARK
i awoke that morning with a fantasy like any other namely, a golden rod poking holes in the clouds and i walking a mile of dropped jaws & hanging clocks & lavender-drenched tides to a castle in a tree that bore no roots and waved an iron flag like a mechanical rib or a stale bird trembling on the lip of a volcano every line is a world and every number is a logic that falls dead at the doors of ABOUT | MORALITY PARK Morality Park is an artistic literary collective, comprised of a mixture of voices that span the globe. We are committed to honoring the strenght of artistic expression, and offering the best we have asartists &
MORALITY PARK
A.G. Diedericks. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it’s a story that i told. & it’s freeART | MORALITY PARK
‘Will things get better Ma?’ I’d ask her, once a fractured identity, found its cast of maternal iron and grit, determined to see the boy through shoves that split ears open – red drops of anguish finding an emotionally ramshackled Gethsemane – though he was too young to pray, to plead and to say sorrowfully, ‘If it’s your will, take this cup,’ and desperate to see him uphold HUMANE | MORALITY PARK Posts about Humane written by Eli Kyoko. Welcome to the funfair where anyone can go through. This is the mirthful side of the world that haunts me in vivid and vibrant colors. Sugar and NITIN | MORALITY PARK Read all of the posts by Nitin on MORALITY PARK. I’m trapped in my old sedan like the Sicilian Bull, the fires of trauma roasting me, and in agony I pound the steering wheel and incessantly press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as glinting scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, the water like blood sluicing, the wipers like metal claws scraping the glass in desperation. ELI KYOKO | MORALITY PARK The unpeeling of the mask. is making known once. someone enters your carnal abode. Flesh is ripped and you are there. Your imperfections laying bare. Maximised by a voracious glareSAMANTHA ROSE
They say that femininity is sweet to the taste. and too delicate to choke on. It is a platter of cucumber finger sandwiches. and lukewarm tea served with sugar cubes MAY | 2018 | MORALITY PARK Exhausted by the war, sanctions, and criminality seeping into every pore of society, Serbia was unstoppably sinking into deeper crisis. Furthermore, every attempt to criticize communism and authoritarian national leaders was choked off, which would BLOGGING_WITH_BOJANA BUY ANY PRODUCT FROM OUR DECORATION GALLERY 1, GALLERY 2, GALLERY 3 OR GALLERY 4 NOW AND GET TODAY’S OFFERS FREE!!!. GLOBAL DELIVERY AVAILABLE * A number of experiments have revealed it does not take more than five seconds for someone to judge you when you meet for the first time, forming an opinion based on the way you look and behave.MORALITY PARK
i awoke that morning with a fantasy like any other namely, a golden rod poking holes in the clouds and i walking a mile of dropped jaws & hanging clocks & lavender-drenched tides to a castle in a tree that bore no roots and waved an iron flag like a mechanical rib or a stale bird trembling on the lip of a volcano every line is a world and every number is a logic that falls dead at the doors of ABOUT | MORALITY PARK Morality Park is an artistic literary collective, comprised of a mixture of voices that span the globe. We are committed to honoring the strenght of artistic expression, and offering the best we have asartists &
MORALITY PARK
A.G. Diedericks. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it’s a story that i told. & it’s freeMORALITY PARK
where memory rusts, limp on a clunk of. dry land & dragging me through the sequins of a. small earth. i croak to the fractured window of a bone-white ford truck groaning down, shambling up a HUMANE | MORALITY PARK Posts about Humane written by Eli Kyoko. Welcome to the funfair where anyone can go through. This is the mirthful side of the world that haunts me in vivid and vibrant colors. Sugar and NITIN | MORALITY PARK Read all of the posts by Nitin on MORALITY PARK. I’m trapped in my old sedan like the Sicilian Bull, the fires of trauma roasting me, and in agony I pound the steering wheel and incessantly press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as glinting scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, the water like blood sluicing, the wipers like metal claws scraping the glass in desperation. ELI KYOKO | MORALITY PARK The unpeeling of the mask. is making known once. someone enters your carnal abode. Flesh is ripped and you are there. Your imperfections laying bare. Maximised by a voracious glare OREGON | MORALITY PARK Posts about Oregon written by Samantha Rose. [Astoria is a coastal town in the state of Oregon, rumored along with many of its surrounding areas to be haunted by various creatures and spirits.SAMANTHA ROSE
They say that femininity is sweet to the taste. and too delicate to choke on. It is a platter of cucumber finger sandwiches. and lukewarm tea served with sugar cubes MAY | 2018 | MORALITY PARK Exhausted by the war, sanctions, and criminality seeping into every pore of society, Serbia was unstoppably sinking into deeper crisis. Furthermore, every attempt to criticize communism and authoritarian national leaders was choked off, which wouldMORALITY PARK
A.G. Diedericks. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it’s a story that i told. & it’s free CONTACT | MORALITY PARK “If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.” —Vincent Van Gogh
BLOGGING_WITH_BOJANA BUY ANY PRODUCT FROM OUR DECORATION GALLERY 1, GALLERY 2, GALLERY 3 OR GALLERY 4 NOW AND GET TODAY’S OFFERS FREE!!!. GLOBAL DELIVERY AVAILABLE * A number of experiments have revealed it does not take more than five seconds for someone to judge you when you meet for the first time, forming an opinion based on the way you look and behave. FEBRUARY | 2019 | MORALITY PARK 3 posts published by MORALITY PARK during February 2019. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it EPITAPH | MORALITY PARK a blank epitaph enshrined. in dust. blooms coal-black petals. of which her lovers pluck. one by one – here, ‘neath the seeds of repent. where requiems are born AUGUST | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by floweringink, Samantha Rose, Blogging_with_Bojana, MORALITY PARK, and chrisnelson61 during August2018
JULY | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by MORALITY PARK, chrisnelson61, Blogging_with_Bojana, Samantha Rose, and floweringink during July 2018 EXOSKELETAL ~ D.B.REDPATH Thanks Elisa. Yes, ‘Chop Chop’ is a rescue lamb who’d been mauled by feral dogs. He now lives a happy life mowing the lawn, andgetting fat.
INTRODUCING DAVID REDPATH Introducing David Redpath – Is She ? March 8, 2018. March 13, 2018. / MORALITY PARK. Is she. a love refugee? From behind a veil. upon a prevailing trail. that has led her to me. PUTTING OUT THE FIRE WITH GASOLINE (OR DID YOU CALL MOI … The Balkans is often referred to as a barrel of gunpowder because of its constant tensions and turbulence, which is something you inherit from your parents, like high cholesterol, and something you leave behind when you kick the bucket. Unless you learn to swim in its tempestuous waters, you stand a higher chance of drowning.MORALITY PARK
i awoke that morning with a fantasy like any other namely, a golden rod poking holes in the clouds and i walking a mile of dropped jaws & hanging clocks & lavender-drenched tides to a castle in a tree that bore no roots and waved an iron flag like a mechanical rib or a stale bird trembling on the lip of a volcano every line is a world and every number is a logic that falls dead at the doors of ABOUT | MORALITY PARK Morality Park is an artistic literary collective, comprised of a mixture of voices that span the globe. We are committed to honoring the strenght of artistic expression, and offering the best we have asartists &
MORALITY PARK
A.G. Diedericks. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it’s a story that i told. & it’s freeART | MORALITY PARK
‘Will things get better Ma?’ I’d ask her, once a fractured identity, found its cast of maternal iron and grit, determined to see the boy through shoves that split ears open – red drops of anguish finding an emotionally ramshackled Gethsemane – though he was too young to pray, to plead and to say sorrowfully, ‘If it’s your will, take this cup,’ and desperate to see him uphold HUMANE | MORALITY PARK Posts about Humane written by Eli Kyoko. Welcome to the funfair where anyone can go through. This is the mirthful side of the world that haunts me in vivid and vibrant colors. Sugar and NITIN | MORALITY PARK Read all of the posts by Nitin on MORALITY PARK. I’m trapped in my old sedan like the Sicilian Bull, the fires of trauma roasting me, and in agony I pound the steering wheel and incessantly press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as glinting scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, the water like blood sluicing, the wipers like metal claws scraping the glass in desperation. ELI KYOKO | MORALITY PARK The unpeeling of the mask. is making known once. someone enters your carnal abode. Flesh is ripped and you are there. Your imperfections laying bare. Maximised by a voracious glareSAMANTHA ROSE
They say that femininity is sweet to the taste. and too delicate to choke on. It is a platter of cucumber finger sandwiches. and lukewarm tea served with sugar cubes MAY | 2018 | MORALITY PARK Exhausted by the war, sanctions, and criminality seeping into every pore of society, Serbia was unstoppably sinking into deeper crisis. Furthermore, every attempt to criticize communism and authoritarian national leaders was choked off, which would BLOGGING_WITH_BOJANA BUY ANY PRODUCT FROM OUR DECORATION GALLERY 1, GALLERY 2, GALLERY 3 OR GALLERY 4 NOW AND GET TODAY’S OFFERS FREE!!!. GLOBAL DELIVERY AVAILABLE * A number of experiments have revealed it does not take more than five seconds for someone to judge you when you meet for the first time, forming an opinion based on the way you look and behave.MORALITY PARK
i awoke that morning with a fantasy like any other namely, a golden rod poking holes in the clouds and i walking a mile of dropped jaws & hanging clocks & lavender-drenched tides to a castle in a tree that bore no roots and waved an iron flag like a mechanical rib or a stale bird trembling on the lip of a volcano every line is a world and every number is a logic that falls dead at the doors of ABOUT | MORALITY PARK Morality Park is an artistic literary collective, comprised of a mixture of voices that span the globe. We are committed to honoring the strenght of artistic expression, and offering the best we have asartists &
MORALITY PARK
A.G. Diedericks. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it’s a story that i told. & it’s freeART | MORALITY PARK
‘Will things get better Ma?’ I’d ask her, once a fractured identity, found its cast of maternal iron and grit, determined to see the boy through shoves that split ears open – red drops of anguish finding an emotionally ramshackled Gethsemane – though he was too young to pray, to plead and to say sorrowfully, ‘If it’s your will, take this cup,’ and desperate to see him uphold HUMANE | MORALITY PARK Posts about Humane written by Eli Kyoko. Welcome to the funfair where anyone can go through. This is the mirthful side of the world that haunts me in vivid and vibrant colors. Sugar and NITIN | MORALITY PARK Read all of the posts by Nitin on MORALITY PARK. I’m trapped in my old sedan like the Sicilian Bull, the fires of trauma roasting me, and in agony I pound the steering wheel and incessantly press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as glinting scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, the water like blood sluicing, the wipers like metal claws scraping the glass in desperation. ELI KYOKO | MORALITY PARK The unpeeling of the mask. is making known once. someone enters your carnal abode. Flesh is ripped and you are there. Your imperfections laying bare. Maximised by a voracious glareSAMANTHA ROSE
They say that femininity is sweet to the taste. and too delicate to choke on. It is a platter of cucumber finger sandwiches. and lukewarm tea served with sugar cubes MAY | 2018 | MORALITY PARK Exhausted by the war, sanctions, and criminality seeping into every pore of society, Serbia was unstoppably sinking into deeper crisis. Furthermore, every attempt to criticize communism and authoritarian national leaders was choked off, which would BLOGGING_WITH_BOJANA BUY ANY PRODUCT FROM OUR DECORATION GALLERY 1, GALLERY 2, GALLERY 3 OR GALLERY 4 NOW AND GET TODAY’S OFFERS FREE!!!. GLOBAL DELIVERY AVAILABLE * A number of experiments have revealed it does not take more than five seconds for someone to judge you when you meet for the first time, forming an opinion based on the way you look and behave.MORALITY PARK
A.G. Diedericks. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it’s a story that i told. & it’s free CONTACT | MORALITY PARK “If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.” —Vincent Van Gogh
BLOGGING_WITH_BOJANA BUY ANY PRODUCT FROM OUR DECORATION GALLERY 1, GALLERY 2, GALLERY 3 OR GALLERY 4 NOW AND GET TODAY’S OFFERS FREE!!!. GLOBAL DELIVERY AVAILABLE * A number of experiments have revealed it does not take more than five seconds for someone to judge you when you meet for the first time, forming an opinion based on the way you look and behave. FEBRUARY | 2019 | MORALITY PARK 3 posts published by MORALITY PARK during February 2019. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it EPITAPH | MORALITY PARK a blank epitaph enshrined. in dust. blooms coal-black petals. of which her lovers pluck. one by one – here, ‘neath the seeds of repent. where requiems are born AUGUST | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by floweringink, Samantha Rose, Blogging_with_Bojana, MORALITY PARK, and chrisnelson61 during August2018
JULY | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by MORALITY PARK, chrisnelson61, Blogging_with_Bojana, Samantha Rose, and floweringink during July 2018 EXOSKELETAL ~ D.B.REDPATH Thanks Elisa. Yes, ‘Chop Chop’ is a rescue lamb who’d been mauled by feral dogs. He now lives a happy life mowing the lawn, andgetting fat.
INTRODUCING DAVID REDPATH Introducing David Redpath – Is She ? March 8, 2018. March 13, 2018. / MORALITY PARK. Is she. a love refugee? From behind a veil. upon a prevailing trail. that has led her to me. PUTTING OUT THE FIRE WITH GASOLINE (OR DID YOU CALL MOI … The Balkans is often referred to as a barrel of gunpowder because of its constant tensions and turbulence, which is something you inherit from your parents, like high cholesterol, and something you leave behind when you kick the bucket. Unless you learn to swim in its tempestuous waters, you stand a higher chance of drowning.MORALITY PARK
i awoke that morning with a fantasy like any other namely, a golden rod poking holes in the clouds and i walking a mile of dropped jaws & hanging clocks & lavender-drenched tides to a castle in a tree that bore no roots and waved an iron flag like a mechanical rib or a stale bird trembling on the lip of a volcano every line is a world and every number is a logic that falls dead at the doors of ABOUT | MORALITY PARK Morality Park is an artistic literary collective, comprised of a mixture of voices that span the globe. We are committed to honoring the strenght of artistic expression, and offering the best we have asartists &
MORALITY PARK
A.G. Diedericks. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it’s a story that i told. & it’s freeART | MORALITY PARK
‘Will things get better Ma?’ I’d ask her, once a fractured identity, found its cast of maternal iron and grit, determined to see the boy through shoves that split ears open – red drops of anguish finding an emotionally ramshackled Gethsemane – though he was too young to pray, to plead and to say sorrowfully, ‘If it’s your will, take this cup,’ and desperate to see him uphold HUMANE | MORALITY PARK Posts about Humane written by Eli Kyoko. Welcome to the funfair where anyone can go through. This is the mirthful side of the world that haunts me in vivid and vibrant colors. Sugar and NITIN | MORALITY PARK Read all of the posts by Nitin on MORALITY PARK. I’m trapped in my old sedan like the Sicilian Bull, the fires of trauma roasting me, and in agony I pound the steering wheel and incessantly press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as glinting scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, the water like blood sluicing, the wipers like metal claws scraping the glass in desperation. ELI KYOKO | MORALITY PARK The unpeeling of the mask. is making known once. someone enters your carnal abode. Flesh is ripped and you are there. Your imperfections laying bare. Maximised by a voracious glareSAMANTHA ROSE
They say that femininity is sweet to the taste. and too delicate to choke on. It is a platter of cucumber finger sandwiches. and lukewarm tea served with sugar cubes MAY | 2018 | MORALITY PARK Exhausted by the war, sanctions, and criminality seeping into every pore of society, Serbia was unstoppably sinking into deeper crisis. Furthermore, every attempt to criticize communism and authoritarian national leaders was choked off, which would BLOGGING_WITH_BOJANA BUY ANY PRODUCT FROM OUR DECORATION GALLERY 1, GALLERY 2, GALLERY 3 OR GALLERY 4 NOW AND GET TODAY’S OFFERS FREE!!!. GLOBAL DELIVERY AVAILABLE * A number of experiments have revealed it does not take more than five seconds for someone to judge you when you meet for the first time, forming an opinion based on the way you look and behave.MORALITY PARK
i awoke that morning with a fantasy like any other namely, a golden rod poking holes in the clouds and i walking a mile of dropped jaws & hanging clocks & lavender-drenched tides to a castle in a tree that bore no roots and waved an iron flag like a mechanical rib or a stale bird trembling on the lip of a volcano every line is a world and every number is a logic that falls dead at the doors of ABOUT | MORALITY PARK Morality Park is an artistic literary collective, comprised of a mixture of voices that span the globe. We are committed to honoring the strenght of artistic expression, and offering the best we have asartists &
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A.G. Diedericks. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it’s a story that i told. & it’s freeART | MORALITY PARK
‘Will things get better Ma?’ I’d ask her, once a fractured identity, found its cast of maternal iron and grit, determined to see the boy through shoves that split ears open – red drops of anguish finding an emotionally ramshackled Gethsemane – though he was too young to pray, to plead and to say sorrowfully, ‘If it’s your will, take this cup,’ and desperate to see him uphold HUMANE | MORALITY PARK Posts about Humane written by Eli Kyoko. Welcome to the funfair where anyone can go through. This is the mirthful side of the world that haunts me in vivid and vibrant colors. Sugar and NITIN | MORALITY PARK Read all of the posts by Nitin on MORALITY PARK. I’m trapped in my old sedan like the Sicilian Bull, the fires of trauma roasting me, and in agony I pound the steering wheel and incessantly press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as glinting scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, the water like blood sluicing, the wipers like metal claws scraping the glass in desperation. ELI KYOKO | MORALITY PARK The unpeeling of the mask. is making known once. someone enters your carnal abode. Flesh is ripped and you are there. Your imperfections laying bare. Maximised by a voracious glareSAMANTHA ROSE
They say that femininity is sweet to the taste. and too delicate to choke on. It is a platter of cucumber finger sandwiches. and lukewarm tea served with sugar cubes MAY | 2018 | MORALITY PARK Exhausted by the war, sanctions, and criminality seeping into every pore of society, Serbia was unstoppably sinking into deeper crisis. Furthermore, every attempt to criticize communism and authoritarian national leaders was choked off, which would BLOGGING_WITH_BOJANA BUY ANY PRODUCT FROM OUR DECORATION GALLERY 1, GALLERY 2, GALLERY 3 OR GALLERY 4 NOW AND GET TODAY’S OFFERS FREE!!!. GLOBAL DELIVERY AVAILABLE * A number of experiments have revealed it does not take more than five seconds for someone to judge you when you meet for the first time, forming an opinion based on the way you look and behave.MORALITY PARK
A.G. Diedericks. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it’s a story that i told. & it’s free CONTACT | MORALITY PARK “If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.” —Vincent Van Gogh
BLOGGING_WITH_BOJANA BUY ANY PRODUCT FROM OUR DECORATION GALLERY 1, GALLERY 2, GALLERY 3 OR GALLERY 4 NOW AND GET TODAY’S OFFERS FREE!!!. GLOBAL DELIVERY AVAILABLE * A number of experiments have revealed it does not take more than five seconds for someone to judge you when you meet for the first time, forming an opinion based on the way you look and behave. FEBRUARY | 2019 | MORALITY PARK 3 posts published by MORALITY PARK during February 2019. if you have a kindle, my first novel is FREE ON KINDLE RIGHT NOW, for a limited time! although, it’s always on kindle unlimited for free, right now anyone can get their paws on it.. it’s not the sort of story that i ordinarily tell (as is known, i’m usually all about the horror or fantasy, & this one is more psychological), but it EPITAPH | MORALITY PARK a blank epitaph enshrined. in dust. blooms coal-black petals. of which her lovers pluck. one by one – here, ‘neath the seeds of repent. where requiems are born AUGUST | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by floweringink, Samantha Rose, Blogging_with_Bojana, MORALITY PARK, and chrisnelson61 during August2018
JULY | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by MORALITY PARK, chrisnelson61, Blogging_with_Bojana, Samantha Rose, and floweringink during July 2018 EXOSKELETAL ~ D.B.REDPATH Thanks Elisa. Yes, ‘Chop Chop’ is a rescue lamb who’d been mauled by feral dogs. He now lives a happy life mowing the lawn, andgetting fat.
INTRODUCING DAVID REDPATH Introducing David Redpath – Is She ? March 8, 2018. March 13, 2018. / MORALITY PARK. Is she. a love refugee? From behind a veil. upon a prevailing trail. that has led her to me. PUTTING OUT THE FIRE WITH GASOLINE (OR DID YOU CALL MOI … The Balkans is often referred to as a barrel of gunpowder because of its constant tensions and turbulence, which is something you inherit from your parents, like high cholesterol, and something you leave behind when you kick the bucket. Unless you learn to swim in its tempestuous waters, you stand a higher chance of drowning. ABOUT | MORALITY PARK Morality Park is an artistic literary collective, comprised of a mixture of voices that span the globe. We are committed to honoring the strenght of artistic expression, and offering the best we have asartists &
INTRODUCING: THE STORIES IN BETWEEN Fucking mirror. I have no desire to look at myself right now. But I can’t help but look. Each time, for just a moment during the approach, maybe, maybe this time, something will be different. But it’s not. It’s all the same. I can’t find a way to get away from this, it’s always the LET GO – THE STORIES IN BETWEEN My hands scrape the cold ground Digging for the final exhale Which to shake the Earth Punish time Take this down Stripped to naked regret Upon my dead shore The last remains To be seen Let go Of the benign Indifference You hold in your mouth We are ghosts In this place Withnothing
OREGON | MORALITY PARK Posts about Oregon written by Samantha Rose. [Astoria is a coastal town in the state of Oregon, rumored along with many of its surrounding areas to be haunted by various creatures and spirits.HARPERS FERRY
We used to dance In Harpers Ferry We used to sing And dream out loud But it’s all quiet now Since they hung John Brown And I'm never gonna leave There’s no queen anymore And the rivers all run dry It’s so hot down here Since the winters last good bye SEPTEMBER | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by chrisnelson61, theusedlife, Blogging_with_Bojana, Samantha Rose, and MORALITY PARK during September 2018NOTHING CHANGED
Nothing really changed at all, The mark still stayed upon the wall, And as we looked for something new, Behind our backs it grew and grew. Though we thought that we’d moved on, The chains that held us were not gone, And darkness clouded all our arts, And spread itsJUST ONE DROP
JUST ONE DROP. A drop that doesn’t fall That arises One for all A death that brings life Just one drop more than enough In the silence afriendly voice
FEATURING: UNDRESSING— DIVASTATE The unpeeling of the mask is making known once someone enters your carnal abode Flesh is ripped and you are there Your imperfections laying bare Maximised by a voracious glare Though her agony is not actually due to Visibility, but what lies untold, more so The spell that comes out of these words that cannot TRAPPED – CHRIS NELSON Did you miss me When my smile died And my mouth would not move? When the light that burned for you Flickered low and, starved of fuel, Fell silent still behind Dead eyes? Did you miss me When you held my hand And felt the skin replaced by ice? When you looked beyond the veil ABOUT | MORALITY PARK Morality Park is an artistic literary collective, comprised of a mixture of voices that span the globe. We are committed to honoring the strenght of artistic expression, and offering the best we have asartists &
INTRODUCING: THE STORIES IN BETWEEN Fucking mirror. I have no desire to look at myself right now. But I can’t help but look. Each time, for just a moment during the approach, maybe, maybe this time, something will be different. But it’s not. It’s all the same. I can’t find a way to get away from this, it’s always the LET GO – THE STORIES IN BETWEEN My hands scrape the cold ground Digging for the final exhale Which to shake the Earth Punish time Take this down Stripped to naked regret Upon my dead shore The last remains To be seen Let go Of the benign Indifference You hold in your mouth We are ghosts In this place Withnothing
OREGON | MORALITY PARK Posts about Oregon written by Samantha Rose. [Astoria is a coastal town in the state of Oregon, rumored along with many of its surrounding areas to be haunted by various creatures and spirits.HARPERS FERRY
We used to dance In Harpers Ferry We used to sing And dream out loud But it’s all quiet now Since they hung John Brown And I'm never gonna leave There’s no queen anymore And the rivers all run dry It’s so hot down here Since the winters last good bye SEPTEMBER | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by chrisnelson61, theusedlife, Blogging_with_Bojana, Samantha Rose, and MORALITY PARK during September 2018NOTHING CHANGED
Nothing really changed at all, The mark still stayed upon the wall, And as we looked for something new, Behind our backs it grew and grew. Though we thought that we’d moved on, The chains that held us were not gone, And darkness clouded all our arts, And spread itsJUST ONE DROP
JUST ONE DROP. A drop that doesn’t fall That arises One for all A death that brings life Just one drop more than enough In the silence afriendly voice
FEATURING: UNDRESSING— DIVASTATE The unpeeling of the mask is making known once someone enters your carnal abode Flesh is ripped and you are there Your imperfections laying bare Maximised by a voracious glare Though her agony is not actually due to Visibility, but what lies untold, more so The spell that comes out of these words that cannot TRAPPED – CHRIS NELSON Did you miss me When my smile died And my mouth would not move? When the light that burned for you Flickered low and, starved of fuel, Fell silent still behind Dead eyes? Did you miss me When you held my hand And felt the skin replaced by ice? When you looked beyond the veilMORALITY PARK
i awoke that morning with a fantasy like any other namely, a golden rod poking holes in the clouds and i walking a mile of dropped jaws & hanging clocks & lavender-drenched tides to a castle in a tree that bore no roots and waved an iron flag like a mechanical rib or a stale bird trembling on the lip of a volcano every line is a world and every number is a logic that falls dead at the doors of INTRODUCING: THE STORIES IN BETWEEN Fucking mirror. I have no desire to look at myself right now. But I can’t help but look. Each time, for just a moment during the approach, maybe, maybe this time, something will be different. But it’s not. It’s all the same. I can’t find a way to get away from this, it’s always the POETRY | MORALITY PARK Posts about Poetry written by chrisnelson61, Samantha Rose, andtheusedlife
OCEAN SIDE – THE STORIES IN BETWEEN Quietly I lay beside A stricken moon beam, at ocean side Feel it breaking, tremble inside Do you hear me cry the oceans tide Can you hear me Can you see me I feel you breaking A silent fracture, Torn in time Are you beside me Reaching for that, Which you can’t find TRAPPED – CHRIS NELSON Did you miss me When my smile died And my mouth would not move? When the light that burned for you Flickered low and, starved of fuel, Fell silent still behind Dead eyes? Did you miss me When you held my hand And felt the skin replaced by ice? When you looked beyond the veil THE SOJOURNER’S HAIBUN I’m trapped in my old sedan like the Sicilian Bull, the fires of trauma roasting me, and in agony I pound the steering wheel and incessantly press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as glinting scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, the EXOSKELETAL ~ D.B.REDPATH Thanks Elisa. Yes, ‘Chop Chop’ is a rescue lamb who’d been mauled by feral dogs. He now lives a happy life mowing the lawn, andgetting fat.
BLACK. WHITE. SILVER. RED. ~ SAMANTHA ROSE There was a hole buried deep into the left side of your body, behind the bars of your rib cage and sinking under the hollowness in your chest. Its blackened mouth swallowing you limb by limb until anything you ever were was nothing. But this was a slow, painful process. A hole this size could A VILLANELLE FOR THE FORSAKEN What’s memory but a reverb of whispered pasts? On ashen, sordid ground, I take root; here I stand – Expecting withered trees to clasp; some dew that lasts – With such fierce passion we plant or forsake our masts – Fly flags on fruitful, fertile, or dead, barren land – When memory’s but a reverbHOLLYWOOD HIGH
Heathers and jocks, flock together You and I tethered to Glocks & black leather Clocks broken, shot into a myopic future We meditate on bloodlust of a murdered adolescent reverie, besotted with living forever The colour of Mondays changed when I tasted the insidious guile on your lips; glossed in Carrie-red you needn’t incentivizethis
ABOUT | MORALITY PARK Morality Park is an artistic literary collective, comprised of a mixture of voices that span the globe. We are committed to honoring the strenght of artistic expression, and offering the best we have asartists &
THE LEAVING
My little girl pleaded for me not to go. That was the hardest moment of my life, looking down at those big blue teary eyes, ripping me apart with every sob. I was shook by the memory of the words I had told her when this all began. All the nights I held her close, THE HAPPINESS REPORT ~ D.B.REDPATH The 'Happiness Report' from the pagan haven of a gated resort Machine tooled from a block of concrete Then deposited upon a mangrove swamp along a once pristine coast Now a checkpoint and a guard tower The lungs of nature dying of tourist cancer The Armada Piranha is docking The beggars are begging Poverty's childrenSAMANTHA ROSE
They say that femininity is sweet to the taste. and too delicate to choke on. It is a platter of cucumber finger sandwiches. and lukewarm tea served with sugar cubes SEPTEMBER | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by chrisnelson61, theusedlife, Blogging_with_Bojana, Samantha Rose, and MORALITY PARK during September 2018 INTRODUCING CHRIS NELSON ~ MAGPIE My perch it is the highest fence My view the clearest view, I scan the city streets all day In search of something new. I watch the faces passing by The frightened and the brave, And steal their thoughts before they know They’re stumbling to the grave. But never tree Orhanging branch
GHOST TRAIN ~ SAMANTHA ROSE One fateful night in 1954 A storm brought from the sky cold rain Cracked tracks swollen below the downpour The Hudson swallowed the runaway train! And since that night our train disappeared To the deep floor of the riverbed Legend says it comesA GHOST TO HAUNT
I am the name you never said, The one who slips from bed to bed, The favoured book you never read, A constant doubt within your head. I am the cross upon your door, The creeping root beneath the floor, The tortured dress you never wore, An icy vein that will not thaw. I MADE UP MY MIND TO HATE THE WORLD TODAY ~ BOJANA … today I hate people with exuberant smiles and a lighthearted disposition people lavish in their praise and profuse in thanks today I don’t accept apologies I don’t need analogies today I hate full pages of your lives in technicolor abundantly illustrated with exclamation marks today I hate your priceless memories, porcelain compliments and your timeJOURNAL OF A MOM
My son B. may be the spitting image of his dad but he definitely takes after me with his short-temperateness, determination, perseverance (or stubbornness?) and reluctance to make concessions. 2.5 seconds he needs to go from ‘What a beautiful world’ to ‘I want to smash everything, especially your head’ has been a sign that couldn’t be denied by anyone, his mom in particular. ABOUT | MORALITY PARK Morality Park is an artistic literary collective, comprised of a mixture of voices that span the globe. We are committed to honoring the strenght of artistic expression, and offering the best we have asartists &
THE LEAVING
My little girl pleaded for me not to go. That was the hardest moment of my life, looking down at those big blue teary eyes, ripping me apart with every sob. I was shook by the memory of the words I had told her when this all began. All the nights I held her close, THE HAPPINESS REPORT ~ D.B.REDPATH The 'Happiness Report' from the pagan haven of a gated resort Machine tooled from a block of concrete Then deposited upon a mangrove swamp along a once pristine coast Now a checkpoint and a guard tower The lungs of nature dying of tourist cancer The Armada Piranha is docking The beggars are begging Poverty's childrenSAMANTHA ROSE
They say that femininity is sweet to the taste. and too delicate to choke on. It is a platter of cucumber finger sandwiches. and lukewarm tea served with sugar cubes SEPTEMBER | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by chrisnelson61, theusedlife, Blogging_with_Bojana, Samantha Rose, and MORALITY PARK during September 2018 INTRODUCING CHRIS NELSON ~ MAGPIE My perch it is the highest fence My view the clearest view, I scan the city streets all day In search of something new. I watch the faces passing by The frightened and the brave, And steal their thoughts before they know They’re stumbling to the grave. But never tree Orhanging branch
GHOST TRAIN ~ SAMANTHA ROSE One fateful night in 1954 A storm brought from the sky cold rain Cracked tracks swollen below the downpour The Hudson swallowed the runaway train! And since that night our train disappeared To the deep floor of the riverbed Legend says it comesA GHOST TO HAUNT
I am the name you never said, The one who slips from bed to bed, The favoured book you never read, A constant doubt within your head. I am the cross upon your door, The creeping root beneath the floor, The tortured dress you never wore, An icy vein that will not thaw. I MADE UP MY MIND TO HATE THE WORLD TODAY ~ BOJANA … today I hate people with exuberant smiles and a lighthearted disposition people lavish in their praise and profuse in thanks today I don’t accept apologies I don’t need analogies today I hate full pages of your lives in technicolor abundantly illustrated with exclamation marks today I hate your priceless memories, porcelain compliments and your timeJOURNAL OF A MOM
My son B. may be the spitting image of his dad but he definitely takes after me with his short-temperateness, determination, perseverance (or stubbornness?) and reluctance to make concessions. 2.5 seconds he needs to go from ‘What a beautiful world’ to ‘I want to smash everything, especially your head’ has been a sign that couldn’t be denied by anyone, his mom in particular.MORALITY PARK
i awoke that morning with a fantasy like any other namely, a golden rod poking holes in the clouds and i walking a mile of dropped jaws & hanging clocks & lavender-drenched tides to a castle in a tree that bore no roots and waved an iron flag like a mechanical rib or a stale bird trembling on the lip of a volcano every line is a world and every number is a logic that falls dead at the doors of POETRY | MORALITY PARK to single digits, in a row, or one above another; one in Fibonacci, one in crooked spirals, one unconsciously in the exact parameters. of a small cottage on Greenland. what does my chair think of me, whilst I think of you. and asking you really. pointless and foolish stuff. such as and to be precise. OCEAN SIDE – THE STORIES IN BETWEEN Quietly I lay beside A stricken moon beam, at ocean side Feel it breaking, tremble inside Do you hear me cry the oceans tide Can you hear me Can you see me I feel you breaking A silent fracture, Torn in time Are you beside me Reaching for that, Which you can’t findNOTHING CHANGED
Nothing really changed at all, The mark still stayed upon the wall, And as we looked for something new, Behind our backs it grew and grew. Though we thought that we’d moved on, The chains that held us were not gone, And darkness clouded all our arts, And spread its JULY | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by MORALITY PARK, chrisnelson61, Blogging_with_Bojana, Samantha Rose, and floweringink during July 2018 THE SOJOURNER’S HAIBUN I’m trapped in my old sedan like the Sicilian Bull, the fires of trauma roasting me, and in agony I pound the steering wheel and incessantly press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as glinting scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, theRUFFLED EDGES
We came here so Many years ago, Chasing the ruffled edges Of a crumpled photograph Its monochrome hues whispering Hushed voices still echoing From white-edged border to faded frame, Days stilled by wishful perception Of contentment borne on wings Which hung like the slow-mouthed moon Captured by the eye but slipping ever Between thefingers
EDIBLE DOLL ~ SAMANTHA ROSE Edible Doll ~ Samantha Rose. and too delicate to choke on. decoratively catered to the Male Gaze. You, girl, are an edible doll. the only thing to satisfy a sweet tooth as well as a bored hand. but that didn’t stop him from making you desert. you delectable, 1969 ~ SAMANTHA ROSE The wheels on the wagon don't work like they used to, they’ve stopped turning around the axel. Rust has collected between the hinges of about the same shade his hair used to be long ago when the war began and bombs fell from grey skies as dust settled amongst the criesof the wounded.
EXOSKELETAL ~ D.B.REDPATH Thanks Elisa. Yes, ‘Chop Chop’ is a rescue lamb who’d been mauled by feral dogs. He now lives a happy life mowing the lawn, andgetting fat.
ABOUT | MORALITY PARK Morality Park is an artistic literary collective, comprised of a mixture of voices that span the globe. We are committed to honoring the strenght of artistic expression, and offering the best we have asartists &
THE LEAVING
My little girl pleaded for me not to go. That was the hardest moment of my life, looking down at those big blue teary eyes, ripping me apart with every sob. I was shook by the memory of the words I had told her when this all began. All the nights I held her close, THE HAPPINESS REPORT ~ D.B.REDPATH The 'Happiness Report' from the pagan haven of a gated resort Machine tooled from a block of concrete Then deposited upon a mangrove swamp along a once pristine coast Now a checkpoint and a guard tower The lungs of nature dying of tourist cancer The Armada Piranha is docking The beggars are begging Poverty's childrenSAMANTHA ROSE
They say that femininity is sweet to the taste. and too delicate to choke on. It is a platter of cucumber finger sandwiches. and lukewarm tea served with sugar cubes SEPTEMBER | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by chrisnelson61, theusedlife, Blogging_with_Bojana, Samantha Rose, and MORALITY PARK during September 2018 INTRODUCING CHRIS NELSON ~ MAGPIE My perch it is the highest fence My view the clearest view, I scan the city streets all day In search of something new. I watch the faces passing by The frightened and the brave, And steal their thoughts before they know They’re stumbling to the grave. But never tree Orhanging branch
GHOST TRAIN ~ SAMANTHA ROSE One fateful night in 1954 A storm brought from the sky cold rain Cracked tracks swollen below the downpour The Hudson swallowed the runaway train! And since that night our train disappeared To the deep floor of the riverbed Legend says it comesA GHOST TO HAUNT
I am the name you never said, The one who slips from bed to bed, The favoured book you never read, A constant doubt within your head. I am the cross upon your door, The creeping root beneath the floor, The tortured dress you never wore, An icy vein that will not thaw. I MADE UP MY MIND TO HATE THE WORLD TODAY ~ BOJANA … today I hate people with exuberant smiles and a lighthearted disposition people lavish in their praise and profuse in thanks today I don’t accept apologies I don’t need analogies today I hate full pages of your lives in technicolor abundantly illustrated with exclamation marks today I hate your priceless memories, porcelain compliments and your timeJOURNAL OF A MOM
My son B. may be the spitting image of his dad but he definitely takes after me with his short-temperateness, determination, perseverance (or stubbornness?) and reluctance to make concessions. 2.5 seconds he needs to go from ‘What a beautiful world’ to ‘I want to smash everything, especially your head’ has been a sign that couldn’t be denied by anyone, his mom in particular. ABOUT | MORALITY PARK Morality Park is an artistic literary collective, comprised of a mixture of voices that span the globe. We are committed to honoring the strenght of artistic expression, and offering the best we have asartists &
THE LEAVING
My little girl pleaded for me not to go. That was the hardest moment of my life, looking down at those big blue teary eyes, ripping me apart with every sob. I was shook by the memory of the words I had told her when this all began. All the nights I held her close, THE HAPPINESS REPORT ~ D.B.REDPATH The 'Happiness Report' from the pagan haven of a gated resort Machine tooled from a block of concrete Then deposited upon a mangrove swamp along a once pristine coast Now a checkpoint and a guard tower The lungs of nature dying of tourist cancer The Armada Piranha is docking The beggars are begging Poverty's childrenSAMANTHA ROSE
They say that femininity is sweet to the taste. and too delicate to choke on. It is a platter of cucumber finger sandwiches. and lukewarm tea served with sugar cubes SEPTEMBER | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by chrisnelson61, theusedlife, Blogging_with_Bojana, Samantha Rose, and MORALITY PARK during September 2018 INTRODUCING CHRIS NELSON ~ MAGPIE My perch it is the highest fence My view the clearest view, I scan the city streets all day In search of something new. I watch the faces passing by The frightened and the brave, And steal their thoughts before they know They’re stumbling to the grave. But never tree Orhanging branch
GHOST TRAIN ~ SAMANTHA ROSE One fateful night in 1954 A storm brought from the sky cold rain Cracked tracks swollen below the downpour The Hudson swallowed the runaway train! And since that night our train disappeared To the deep floor of the riverbed Legend says it comesA GHOST TO HAUNT
I am the name you never said, The one who slips from bed to bed, The favoured book you never read, A constant doubt within your head. I am the cross upon your door, The creeping root beneath the floor, The tortured dress you never wore, An icy vein that will not thaw. I MADE UP MY MIND TO HATE THE WORLD TODAY ~ BOJANA … today I hate people with exuberant smiles and a lighthearted disposition people lavish in their praise and profuse in thanks today I don’t accept apologies I don’t need analogies today I hate full pages of your lives in technicolor abundantly illustrated with exclamation marks today I hate your priceless memories, porcelain compliments and your timeJOURNAL OF A MOM
My son B. may be the spitting image of his dad but he definitely takes after me with his short-temperateness, determination, perseverance (or stubbornness?) and reluctance to make concessions. 2.5 seconds he needs to go from ‘What a beautiful world’ to ‘I want to smash everything, especially your head’ has been a sign that couldn’t be denied by anyone, his mom in particular.MORALITY PARK
i awoke that morning with a fantasy like any other namely, a golden rod poking holes in the clouds and i walking a mile of dropped jaws & hanging clocks & lavender-drenched tides to a castle in a tree that bore no roots and waved an iron flag like a mechanical rib or a stale bird trembling on the lip of a volcano every line is a world and every number is a logic that falls dead at the doors of POETRY | MORALITY PARK to single digits, in a row, or one above another; one in Fibonacci, one in crooked spirals, one unconsciously in the exact parameters. of a small cottage on Greenland. what does my chair think of me, whilst I think of you. and asking you really. pointless and foolish stuff. such as and to be precise. OCEAN SIDE – THE STORIES IN BETWEEN Quietly I lay beside A stricken moon beam, at ocean side Feel it breaking, tremble inside Do you hear me cry the oceans tide Can you hear me Can you see me I feel you breaking A silent fracture, Torn in time Are you beside me Reaching for that, Which you can’t findNOTHING CHANGED
Nothing really changed at all, The mark still stayed upon the wall, And as we looked for something new, Behind our backs it grew and grew. Though we thought that we’d moved on, The chains that held us were not gone, And darkness clouded all our arts, And spread its JULY | 2018 | MORALITY PARK 8 posts published by MORALITY PARK, chrisnelson61, Blogging_with_Bojana, Samantha Rose, and floweringink during July 2018 THE SOJOURNER’S HAIBUN I’m trapped in my old sedan like the Sicilian Bull, the fires of trauma roasting me, and in agony I pound the steering wheel and incessantly press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as glinting scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, theRUFFLED EDGES
We came here so Many years ago, Chasing the ruffled edges Of a crumpled photograph Its monochrome hues whispering Hushed voices still echoing From white-edged border to faded frame, Days stilled by wishful perception Of contentment borne on wings Which hung like the slow-mouthed moon Captured by the eye but slipping ever Between thefingers
EDIBLE DOLL ~ SAMANTHA ROSE Edible Doll ~ Samantha Rose. and too delicate to choke on. decoratively catered to the Male Gaze. You, girl, are an edible doll. the only thing to satisfy a sweet tooth as well as a bored hand. but that didn’t stop him from making you desert. you delectable, 1969 ~ SAMANTHA ROSE The wheels on the wagon don't work like they used to, they’ve stopped turning around the axel. Rust has collected between the hinges of about the same shade his hair used to be long ago when the war began and bombs fell from grey skies as dust settled amongst the criesof the wounded.
EXOSKELETAL ~ D.B.REDPATH Thanks Elisa. Yes, ‘Chop Chop’ is a rescue lamb who’d been mauled by feral dogs. He now lives a happy life mowing the lawn, andgetting fat.
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THE OCEAN TOOK ITS SHARE – CALL IT COASTAL EROSIONIF YOU WISH –
AND SWEPT THE SOFT AWAY; BEDROCK PILLARS STOOD TALL UNAWARE OF THEIR SOLITUDEAND POINTLESSNESS
HARD-FACED AGAINST THE TIDE; AND WINDS SLIDE SHARDS LIKE THE PAPER CUTS WE FELT TRACE LATTICE LINES INSIDE THE BRUISES NO-ONE ELSE CAN SEE; SAVED FROM THE ROUGHNESS OUT AT SEA OUR CHAINS OUR PUNISHMENTFOR WANTING MORE
ABANDONED NOW TO THE BIRDS; TOSSED LIKE AN UNMADE BED OR PUMMELED LIKE AN INSOMNIAC PILLOW THE OCEAN UNERRING IN ITS MISSION A STATEMENT TO THE LANDSCAPE RETREATING BY INCHES ITS CHILDREN LOST TO THE LOW HIDDEN BEYOND THE SEA-FOG WHICH SWEEPS LIKE CONVULSIVE CURRENTS PRETENDING ALL IS NEW – A CLEAN MIND; BREAKING UP OR BREAKING DOWN THE OCEANS TAKES US ALL – CALL IT COASTAL EROSIONIF YOU WISH –
WITH VACANT SMILES
AND DROOLING DELUSIONIT TAKES US ALL.
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> Treacle Heart, the quintessential londoner echoes every writer’s > desperation up on Melancholy HillTreacle Heart
_Writers, whether deliberately or unconsciously, seek each other out in crowded pubs on cold Wednesday nights. I thought you were alright-looking but probably just another creep. While I wrote line after line, frenzied, only stopping to down a jar or take a little bump off a key, I could feel your eyes on me._ (I am partial to entertaining creeps because I like their patheticlittle faces
and their eyes that say, “I can’t believe she’s talking tome.”
They are, however, too easy to manipulate and usually end up boring me: for someone who does not believe in boredom, this is an inconvenience to say the least) I asked you if you could keep an eye on my table while I went out fora smoke
and said, “Make sure my drink doesn’t get cleared,” and you said, “or spiked…”and that was it.
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IN A PARIS HOTEL ROOMMay 16, 2019
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Image by Christine Renney When it happened they were away from home. The smell was so invasive that, for a moment or so, Harris was unsure of where he was. Lifting the thin sheet he looked down at himself and at Geraldine, sleeping soundly on her side. He remembered then that he was in a hotel room in Paris and although the smell didn’t lessen it did suddenly seem a little more bearable. He was abroad, in a foreign country and this wassomething alien.
Convincing himself that it was coming from outside he slipped from the bed, careful not to wake Geraldine, crossed to the glass doors and stepped out onto the tiny balcony. It had been raining, the air was still fresh and the street below was still wet. In the cars’ headlights the moist air glinted. The smell didn’t dissipate and at first he couldn’t locate it…View original post
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> Fall through theusedlife’s iridescent mirrors & let yourself get > lost in the labyrinth of her immaculate poetry.The Used Life
i awoke that morning with a fantasy like any other namely, a golden rod poking holes in the clouds and i walking a mile ofdropped jaws &
hanging clocks &
lavender-drenched tides to a castle in a tree that boreno roots and
waved an iron flag like a mechanical ribor a stale bird
trembling on the
lip of a volcano
every line is a world and every number is a logic that falls dead at the doors of our senses there was a word for the face that spoiled the dream, the line that dotted the _i_, the precision with which i wept at the departure of my sun-drenched crown we must forget what is supposed to be in order to express what is croaked the lizard at dawn, her two fingers dancing on the chessboard sister of the parakeet, clone of the man in a…View original post
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> Mother Nature’s ghost writer, Aakriti Kuntal. Writings of Aakriti Kuntal Day 26 #napowrimo #prompt: repetition Sound drops through the catalogue of fingers The body is a mutantin this black life,
awaiting a rise, a tilt, a drop I stand at the shore, the water circling my paddy feet I am a porcupine shadow in this holy dance of tides I am a porcupine shadow in this circling of fellow waves This circling, this endless circling like a river in madness licking its own face off I stand at the shore under a black sky of spinning birds only a patch of cold winter trapped in the nights’ drooping jaw I am the chatter of life’s teethListening,
Listening,
Listening
I have been listening so longEach drop of water
is disparate in my ear I’ve been listening so long my eye is a relentless shudder I stand at the shore and take the entire seain my mouth
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BLANK EPITAPH – A.G. DIEDERICKS April 24, 2019April 24, 2019/ MORALITY PARK
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a blank epitaph enshrinedin dust
blooms coal-black petals of which her lovers pluck one by one – here, ‘neath the seeds of repent where requiems are bornbeyond sound
beyond science
delineated in a still-life of anopen house
where she hangs
safe from the perversionof words
absurdists have long triedto unbolt
that which led her into this refurbishment of memorywhere she levitates
like an obstinate ghoul taking refuge in the velvet underground. NATION & DECORATION (PART 5): BASILIKE PAPPA & BOJANA STOJCIC March 27, 2019March 27, 2019 / Blogging_with_Bojana/ 16
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> Oloriel writes the kind of poetry that will augment your literary> palate.
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I am learning about
realities,
about how two, or more, or noneclash or fornicate
while there is a bunch of scientistsin white coats
in a circle
writing down their observations, casually translating entire micro-cosmic lives to single digits, in a row, or one above another; one in Fibonacci, one in crooked spirals, one unconsciously in the exact parameters of a small cottage on Greenland. what does my chair think of me, whilst I think of you and asking you really pointless and foolish stuff such as and to be precise how do you see two paperclips making love so I can see what my own circle of white coats has to say about it; how would it look like if we both carved our names upon a stone in Nordic runes, what is your favourite flower as opposed to your favourite scent of laundry…View original post
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