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• Poetry > Free Verse
  Lamentation of a Dead Man in Love

  

  By MirandaNicole, san antonio, TX

  Stay with me until the sun burns up, until the mountains are decapitated by the face of Ra, until the oceans quench the thirst of your universe, until all the roots of the trees shrivel up like old men, and then you will see what I know. We will be together as eternity and yesterday collid...
• Poetry > Haiku
  December Haiku

  

  By MirandaNicole, san antonio, TX

  I awoke with blue, ragged breath * winter’s fingers clutched about my throat. * * *...
• Reviews > Music Reviews
  Leading Lovers & Dreamers Into Musical Delight: by The Tallest Man On Earth

  

  By MirandaNicole, san antonio, TX

  AUSTIN, Texas - After a lovely afternoon perusing the vibrant clothing racks of Buffalo Exchange and eating a scrumptious mushroom quiche from Mother’s Cafe & Garden, a vegetarian restaurant, my friend Grace and I took our vegan Chocolate Mocha Torte and blueberry pie to go, making our way...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  This is the Mellow War

  

  By MirandaNicole, san antonio, TX

  I loved Ted Lavender as heavily as a girl I’m friends with loved Tom Hamilton. I should have known. I should have known; it’s Viet-Nam. It was a mellow war. Brains left mellow—yellow brains and pink brains and black brains and brown brains—all over the grass hut walls as the jungle had...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Agua De Melon

  

  By MirandaNicole, san antonio, TX

  I’ve watched your face age forward into years, the creases by your eyes growing deeper and lovelier by the season. Your right knee has a white scar like a snow-capped mountain range. Your left leg curves and makes you walk with a limp, but you are no cripple no matter how slow you move, or how muc...
• Nonfiction > Heroes
  Courier New’s First Lipstick Queen

  

  By MirandaNicole, san antonio, TX

  I once knew a girl who wore azure eyeshadow and had a voice like the Texas sun speaking. She was sweeter than a wild strawberry, emanating groovy James Dean vibes. Boy, that girl’s soul could yawn out stories—feral, Technicolor, cherry concoctions of teen-age rage and lengthy, descriptive ramble...