PAUL MATTHEW CARR
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A Nothing Day: Comic Books, Video Games & Graveyards
I wheeled the bike from the garage and took a deep breath. It was the start of the lull week that happened every summer. The week when every kid I knew was off at camp and I was on my
Rain In Summer (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
Keeping in April's theme being "Rainfall" and National Poetry Month, I'd like to share another rain-based poem. This time it's in the romantic tradition and one that is more just a celebration of the imagery of rain without any
Saying Goodbye in Paradise (Or Waiting for the Hurricane)
I’m not sure if this is going to work. Or if it will make any sense let alone be entertaining to read. I guess you can call this an experiment. I am going to write about some recent events in
Sand & Sea: The Impermanence of Objects, 1st Meditation
Once, a long time ago, I lived in a house near the edge of the world. In the winter, when the air was still, I would lie awake at night and listen to the Ocean, to the waves. Relentless. Never-ending.
The Faraway Lands
My first trip to the Faraway Lands came through a Magical Box and was quite unexpected. It happened when I was seven years old and grounded. Now, to my knowledge there are three ways to get to the Faraway Lands.
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