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  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    My uncle wobbles in through the doorframe He pain tucked far away from his sleeve, His Richard Gere smile can't hide his maim. I can see the brightness of his face dimming With every step Through is cries I can hear the pain named Cancer clawing at his hip And watch the pain dancing in ...
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    I. Edith cradled me in Her soft wooden arms My body curled into the Shadow of a half moon Deep within her crevices Edith purged them onto Dry land before lamenting Back to father them II. They rushed me into a Nameless Tomb Flowered me with used to be'...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Attatched to a seemily everlasting string, Black birds dance swooping through the sky Elegant and delicate they assume they're flying Independently While someone else directs their fate. Over time they try to Break Away Testing the length of their once eternal string They yarn be...
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    The shadows that splash across her face Are carriers of ancient tales Yesteryears of lollipops and bubblegum Yellow and fold in their age Iced tea on the porch with grandchildren And Fourth of July parades Beg to be anything but the Deaf silver of tarnished memories Church bells and baby...
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    the wind dragged at her hair, mixing the delicate strands with clawing grasses, murky from the recycled toils of an unconcerned world, amused by constant flow of "save the planet." wishing, for a moment, that they could turn off the faucet of "15 years from now" and &...
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    I can hear pain Named Cancer Trying to maim There's no answer I watch it dance In his eyes With just a glance Silence cries A hidden scream Quite suppressed Wants out it seems— Loathsome guest His mind twice failed And quickly His body jailed And sickly What used to be...
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    It creeps up on me slowly Tiptoeing unnoticed at first Encompassing my psyche wholly For a cure my body thirsts For a day when I will be free From this phobia curse All of the physiologists agree I must be the one to find a cure Yes, this they agree wholeheartedly They say that the da...
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    A thrill of adrenaline blossoms and bullets Through your stomach, A race to the finish line of your brain Vision: intent on the martyred page before you An abstract chaos of colors turned to silver In your peripheral Because flat gray cannot suffice. Your imagination dances, The prettiest ...
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    Carefully dazzling Rays leave mirrors in the sand That clings to bare feet Reflecting our innermost Doubts, and striping us of pride. A soft mother of Pearl fog, and coral sunset Announces new night. Soft iridescent warmth brings Comfort to the blue world and Entices you. Clouds R...
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    Vibration of thought Ripples through consciousness An idea snatches your imagination By a dangling limb and You are dragged under to an Unfamiliar world within the inner folds of reality. Playful notes dance and float before you— They tease with their jumps and dives Darting and dashing an...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Um, hello. I think I’ve forgotten how to do this. There is a formal way, a reverent way, but I only know my way. I never understood the formalities even when I was little and they were ingrained in my memory, so with time I have forgotten them. I know it’s been a while. I’m sure I seem pa...
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    Two nights. Three nights. Ten nights. I had lost count of the sleepless, lightless days since I last held my Papa's hand. I reached for the carnation that lay on my bedside table and threw it across the room a new friend, but an evil reminder. As the rounded pink flower dropped to the floor und...
  • Nonfiction > Interviews
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    The Douglas Anderson chapter of Amnesty International, sponsored by Melanie Webb, recently took on a project to aid refugees in adapting to American life. They worked with Catholic Charities to provide supplies including a tent, banner and decorations. The women sell their crafts at local arts mar...
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    Twenty five students, barefoot in tee-shirts and sweatpants, spread out around the black and white cinderblock dance room, clumping into five small groups. Their common theme of anger inspired controversial topics of domestic violence, murder and the death penalty. The freshman class twisted their...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    They call my mother a saint of the highest order. They tell of how she was blessed with the comforting hands of Jude, and how the unending compassion of Dymphna is woven into her subconcious. It has been said that the miraculous spirit of Anne resides within her. The healing hands of Rita, Cather...
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    I was four years old and I had a friend named Sophie. Like many kindergarten aged children we shared as many fights as we did smiles. We were polar opposites; she had blond, almost white hair and a SweeTart personality. She had a special way of nestling up to you like a cat when it hears a tin ...
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    Fear is one of the most petty and selfish emotions that humans experience. We are so determined that something is out to get us or that we are the object of someone’s frustration that we allow ourselves to become absorbed in it. In many cases this prevents us from experiencing many of the joys o...
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    Schöner Lügner—Fiction (Beautiful Liar) I am a liar. Even on my deathbed as they fuss over me. They ask me if I need anything, if they can make me more comfortable. I tell them I’m fine. I lie. Lies are beautiful. They are like flowers. From the seed, you know not what they’ll bec...
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