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“Silverdale at Night” by Richard F. Yates

I took this photo behind the hotel we stayed at last weekend in Silverdale, WA. It was a cool place, with a fire pit and an outdoor patio attached to the bar, and it was situated right on the bank … Continue reading

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“Cleavage and Tats is Where It’s At” by Michael King

[Okay… Wow… This is a clear-cut case of “Nope, I didn’t see THAT when I drew it…” Michael King’s interpretation of my “Hungry Baby” monster/bird/snake thing was unexpected—but very funny! —RFY] —Michael King https://primitiveentertainment.wordpress.com https://www.patreon.com/primitiveentertainment http://readadamnbookwithrfy.blogspot.com

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“(Untitled Bunny Remix)” by Michael King

[Mr. King took yesterday’s “Bunny Frets Over Past Regrets” and made it more CONCRETE! (Or as concrete as marshmallow treats can get—which is pretty concrete, if you leave the package open for a few days.) —RFY] —Michael King

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“Low-ku 002” by Richard F. Yates

Massive rock salad Crunchy mustard over roads Heart of stone cries mud —Richard F. Yates

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“Another Fortune Cookie” by Richard F. Yates

It doesn’t say what I’m planning to do to them once I’ve successfully lured them here, though… —Richard F. Yates

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“Stop Hitting Yourself” by Scott Sparks

I think; therefore, I prognosticate By then it’s usually too late Someone should scream some sense into me But we all know about bad habits and how they break I think; therefore, I’m fairly certain Traps set don’t always catch … Continue reading

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“As of Late” by Scott Sparks

Pricked without a suture Seems to be my war-torn future Stepping back for a clearer picture Infected without antiseptic Am I clinging or just caught up? At the will of the wind or what? In spite of intended direction Caught … Continue reading

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