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  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    Tall is good. Models are tall. Presidents are tall. Successful businessmen are tall. Tall is power. I am tall. Tall is awkward— for a woman. When I stand in a crowded elevator and realize I tower over the other girls, I wonder over my lack of dates. I wonder about a correlation. If I were a few ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    “So this is it, Mom, you're leaving?” I rolled some cookie dough into a ball and placed it on the non-stick sheet. “You're not going to wait for Dad to get back from her house? You're not going to confront him?” “Grab my extra pack of cigarettes from the junk drawer, wil...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    From behind I thought for a moment It was him What would I say? Hello, David? If he knew me, It would take a moment Maybe I’d have to say, It’s me, Your niece But it’s not him But it gets me thinkin’ Closed curtains Dirty dishes Cigarettes inside and out Stepping ou...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Of all the mornings of high school, one in particular stands out because of its silence. A dead silence in which no one even whispered. Still bodies sitting in still seats. Teachers shoes pattered across the tile floor as they handed out notices for our parents and told us how we could get in touch ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    As the snow melts I remember April And March-- The May and June That followed No one can smile like him Or give a speech Or let a girl down-- So gently As I remember, I wish . . .--...
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    Someday, somewhere, someone will give me a rose for Valentines days. It can be pink, or red, or white, or even yellow. Hell, I wouldn’t care if it was black, so long as it was a rose, and it was from a guy who actually gave a damn. In this town, all I can do it dream. People call it a small to...

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