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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Oh! How I wish to sail Those seas of milk cream, Explore islands of leafy Jade-green trees, Shoot out salted black cannons Against chalky chunks of Enemy ships, And be rained upon By missiles of Thin, crunchy orange. Of course, monster clams And beefy chunks might Hinder us on our ...
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    All around, I see Precise, sharp angles And square objects The fierce wind howls Protesting small, steel spaces Between high towers Concrete sidewalks Can only be two colors: Light grey in the sun And dark grey after rain. I wish I could drop Splashes of gumdrop pink And daisy yello...
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    Rain pierces the prairie, the color of steel wheels; Long bluestem stalks whistle while I walk, Pearlescent drops sprinkle Indian stems To praises of Him they sway. Skies with hums of thunder in the distance, Petals of coneflowers bathed in licks of lavender Bobcats look pied palettes of blac...
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    In 1949, Yéye, my grandfather, was a soldier Eighteen years old and already fighting, Decked in pale camouflage military green Assigned to leave Qingdao, The town of his home and his sweetheart, N?inai, my grandmother, only sixteen, Scared about the war that none of them Knew anything about ...
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    My child, there is a place Where red robins Sing songs under strawberry dawns And blueberry nights. The air is sweet with The scent of corn husks And clumps of raw raspberries Waiting to be ravished. Follow the rickety brown fence, Past Farmer Ed’s fields filled With white puffs of f...
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    Dear sweetheart, When time has wasted away my sallow skin Leaving nothing but Gleaming, ivory bones, Don’t stuff them into a sack Or glue them together for a science display. No, no, that would never do, For you see, my darling, They can be hammers for the workman, Chewing toys for the ...
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    I am from A tattered blanket with blazoned animals Sailing Noah’s Ark From blowing soapy bubbles in the bathtub I am from Playing hairdresser and chopping off Barbie’s hair, Sometimes a fashion designer for Nine Polly Pockets I am from Sing-along books and tapes From pineapple c...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Someone once told me that it is all about the journey. Well, I used to disagree because I loved the destination. I have always felt that reaching the “destination,” physically or mentally, is the most fulfilling part of a journey. But then, I would stop to think of all those times of family v...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    When I was ten-years-old, my father designated Skype sessions with my “Yéye” and “N?inai,” Grandpa and Grandma, every Friday night at seven o’clock. They would peer into the web camera like a microscope, clapping their hands in unison and exclaiming, “Kànkàn n?! Look at you! How tall...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Caddie stared at the page: plain black lettering against harsh white pages reflected the fluorescent lights above her. Words served as her only comfort when people never would. However, reading them aloud was another story altogether. Not-too hidden snickers and uncomfortable coughs startled Cadd...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    Every day in first grade, I sprawled under the belly of our Steinway & Sons grand piano, mesmerized by melodies that rolled and crashed like waves onto my eager ears. I envied my brother's ability to play, begging my mother to enroll me in piano lessons. Debussy, Chopin, Brahms, Beethoven...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    During the course of my seventeen years and five months as a teenager, I often find myself questioning the past. I think it's quite normal for everyone, really. However, I've learned that no matter how annoyed I get at everyone who tells me, "Everything happens for a reason," I ...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
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    And no matter how tough LOVE gets, I will keep on loving til forever ends. Love is giving someone your everything, and when you’re left with nothing, you still have love. Yeah, love is scary as spiders, tough as sandpaper, and painful as a papercut. But you know what else love is? Love is that ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Today’s going to be a good day. Today, I will make a difference. Today, I will smile at someone. Today, I will help out a friend. Today, I will not let anything get me down. Today, I will tell someone I love them. Today, I will do my best. Today, I will appreciate the sunshine. Today, I will appre...
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    The oppressive Mississippi heat hit like a wave with all its humidity, scorching pavements, and swarms of mosquitoes – I knew summer had come. It was my first day on the job as a “candy striper” at the county hospital. I had no idea what my duties would entail, but it was the perfect opportu...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Ever since I can remember, my family has always loved watching “Seinfeld,” the show about “nothing.” We have watched all nine seasons and 180 episodes, each one at least ten times. The show is about four best friends living in New York City who go about their daily lives and average jobs wi...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Back in eighth grade, I used to categorize events in my life as “good” or “bad.” For example, a “good” event happened when my parents said I could spend the night over at my friend’s house on a weekday. A “bad” event was the time I misspelled the number nineteen as “n-i-g-h-t-e...
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    “The first time I saw her, she was walkin’ down the hall, singin’ and carryin’ a bedpan full of pee. I knew then she was the girl I wanted to marry, and so I did.” Dr. Bill always said this of Mama O, my Mississippi grandmother. Back then, she was working as a nurse in Birmingham, Alaba...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Gnarled hands like ancient oak limbs With skeletal veins, brown age-spots Fill the wooden bucket with sudsy water She reaches for the laundry, piece by piece To knead them like dough On tinted, wavy metal of the washboard Rub, dip, soak, repeat Floral towels shaded gaudy fuchsia The ones bou...
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    Shrouded in purple wisteria, Two russet-feathered chickadees Flit and flutter, skip and scuttle, Snatching up thin twigs, delicate leaves – And maybe even a ball of fur, the rarest of all – To wreathe their humble, homey nest They are meticulous, methodical in their work From dawn ‘ti...
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    The rusty, metal springs squeak with my weight as I creep out of bed, My cotton socks make soft pitter-patters on the floor. My footsteps rustle on the narrow hallway to the stairs. I edge down, gripping tight to the wooden railing. I hear the middle stair’s agonizing creak. I wince and pause...
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    My father rises before the sun Dressed in laced-up leather boots and a raggedy t-shirt A tiller of the earth, he is hard at work with Hunched back and aching knees bent to his chest Digging at bothersome weeds with bare hands, Casting away withered stalks and stems, Patting the weathered soil ...
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    This morning, the father’s back ached a little more His bed begged him to stay, but no Instead, he shaved black stubble off his chin Rubbed the kinks and lines from his eyes And put on his tweed suit with purple tie This afternoon, the father’s boss yelled at him Forgot to meet the deadlin...
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