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"Thought Crumbs" is the blog of yours truly, Al Scott Pearce Baker. Here, I scatter musings, short stories, poetry, and paintings, and ponder various art forms, both traditional and digital. Follow along, and who knows where you’ll end up.
Friday, April 12, 2024
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C urled in the corner, where shadow leans soft, E ars like wings, twitching at dreams C ast from some unspoken meadow — she wanders, E...
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MAD CRY OF A DEVIL-CAPTIVE *** Roaring heights, conjurer's desire, Captive mystery, salamandrine lyre. Haunted river, timeless f...
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Indifferent Sky's Child *** Midnight whispers weave twain icy pines, A hunger awakens, as sky's darkness aligns. The creature e...
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Hip-hop, that volatile ballet of syllables and swagger, resists reduction. It is neither mere music nor mere movement, but a masquerade of...
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