by Danny Ballan | Nov 27, 2017 | Poetry
I belong to no countryyou may war against,and tomorrow’s placeI find, for my head,under your military boots,and the roaring thunderof your steel shaking my ground.I belong to no race,where a color mismatchcan take your reason away,and all your eyes can seeis but a...
by Danny Ballan | Nov 25, 2017 | Poetry
I’m running naked as the skythe fields, the crops overgrownsweat beads no more deliberately formedon a wrinkled forehead so tiredof looking to see the road aheadhaving abided by every law, I’ve been marchingfor days and nights, one by one like leaves of fallthey fell...
by Danny Ballan | Nov 24, 2017 | Archive
Sam was waiting in the long single file for his turn at The Machine. He had been waiting for over three hours, but he had to come on that day, or he would miss the opportunity to get a better future. The people in line could not talk to each other, so there was only...
by Danny Ballan | Nov 22, 2017 | Poetry
You devour me with every look—eyes blazing in a desertglimpsing a fleeting mirage;no matter how my lips moveyou see them revolving,no matter where I sitmy bottom’s the sun—you seek no other light;my legs are a crime so obviousto move left or right or hold them tight...
by Danny Ballan | Nov 21, 2017 | Archive
The title of this passage about creative writing might sound somehow philosophical, but it is just creative in a way you would want to think about your own writing. To get straight to the point, let us remember the things we have read over the years. Which passages...
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