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The Stray Branch

Posted on October 22, 2014 at 7:20 PM


& When I set up, sit down,

To write the next great American short story.

I have a drink,

Strictly to get the juices flowing.

& when the river halts, I flood it.

& when the dam bursts & putting paper to pen went in vain,

I celebrate my humanness.

It’s a give and take.

For the river always flows poem to paper;

Rarely story to paper.

But when it flows,

It is beautiful.


“The only way you’d fall is if you jumped.”

That’s why you’re afraid of ledges

Because a tiny part of you wants to jump.

And you fear that man inside your head,

Telling you how easy life would finally be.

But I dangle off the ledge, because I’m not afraid.

I’m already dead.


Published 10/11/14.

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Daniel N. Flanagan, Writing, Worcester MA, @DanielNFlanagan, The Commonline Journal, The Round Up Zine, Beyond Imagination Digital Literary Magazine, Danse Macabre du Jour, Yellow Mama, Aberration Labyrinth, Pyrokinection, Leaves of Ink, The Camel Saloon, Three line poetry, Eskimo Pie, Dead Snakes, The Stray Branch, The Onyx, Daddy's Girl, Writer, Lilac, Ex-Girlfriend, Drive Home, An Artists Rendering, N.O. Xplode, Kip