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My date with Katie.

A short fiction story about an underground mafia agent set on taking over his organization and destroy the world’s communist ,or partly communist, countries, such as Russia and North Korea.

I met a traveler from an antique land,
Who said, “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works ye Mighty, and despair!
No thing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away”.

(To JS/07 M 378
This Marble Monument
Is Erected by the State)

This is an internal monologue directed for a character in the play, “A Raisin In The Sun.” I have directed this toward Walter, whom is the son of Mama, a leader of a broken household, old and withered, having to take care of many generations of family inside of a one bedroom flat.

This is a poem that I wrote reflecting the way humans deal with their surroundings, their detrimental experiences, and simple everyday life; as well as the almost primordial, and feral processes in which they actually do cope. I feel morality and simple philosophy on life can be scraped out of here as well.

Logan.

A teenaged boy is devastated by the sudden death of his father but soon finds long-forgotten writings to help him through his trying time.

The first chapter of an incredible journey through space and time – an adventure through the universe as seen through the eyes of a tragically beautiful hero: Logan of Earth.