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• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Why I Run

  

  By LINDZ, Tucson, AZ

  I am at the top of the world. I am flying, past sixty-foot cacti, over the neat homes of ground squirrels lying meters below, through trickles of sunlight dripping down on earth. There is nothing more powerful than I. My lungs devour oxygen, my arms glide forward and back, forward and back. I run, a...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Thirty-Seven Sounds of the Kitchen

  

  By LINDZ, Tucson, AZ

  oven tapping its fingers as it heats up blending chocolate-banana smoothies glass self-annihilating, dropping through slippery fingers resonating pots and pans like twirling in circles lights clicking on and off table legs relaxing into tile water wearing away cake crumbs chilly drafts from o...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Diving into Peanut Butter

  

  By LINDZ, Tucson, AZ

  I dive into a jar of homemade creamy peanut butter. The oil has interbred with the clumpy peanut-y mass, making the concoction thick and creamy, a wet-sand brown, speckled with grains of peanuts a color somewhat darker. The jar is cylinder-shaped, glass, with a wide base, stomach, and neck, all the ...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Impressions of Life

  

  By LINDZ, Tucson, AZ

  Around the time I was ten, my family and I visit the Washington D.C. zoo. I puke next to the bench outside the reptile house. Around the time I am nine, I meet a boy named Paul who sits with his back to the red brick wall and reads during recess. Another year goes by and he gets the lead part in ...