A small space to portray, express, and repurpose.
Thomas Amburn
living in New York
surgery resident at NYU
writings are prose/poetry
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Tell me about your human experience and wrap it in cosmic imagery. In return, I will pray the indigo blue sky down from the heavens and wrap it around you. We shall leave, rise into the stratosphere and never stop rising. We pull out our earthly thorns, we stopped caring about the pain of the…
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Sugar high, skittles on the train, tipsy without a drink, the world whirls around me, I melt into the hues and ignite with luminescent flare. Tofu sandwich, sauce-stained pants, it’s the luxury of the overpriced drink at a movie theater. The relief of followed through plans, the seeing of a person off at the station,…
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On which planet(s) does “it” reside? You may wonder what “it” may be, and so do I. That everlasting tiny nearly nonexistent word, keeping our cerebrums on the edges of skulls, our fingers clenched, our tongues unhinged. How can I detail into thoughts and conceptions what “it” is. Cold sweat, 3 AM, witching hour hauntings…
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Double sun in perfect balance, a forest grown in both ways, reaching from a reflective line of shimmering unreality. I want to live in that world, where life exists in twos, every constructive atom multiplied and confounded into a limitless eternity. A world of day after morning bliss extending into the never reaching afternoons, more…
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my interests are not in “self-discovery”. my self was discovered on a summer night 30 years ago, late in the 28th day of June, emerging into the hot earth darkened skies full of insects, lit by the soft hum that always comes in the mid-year. my interests are in “peace-discovery”. the surrounding of my skin…
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