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  For Dannie

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  There's a disbelief in your mind and an empty shock in your heart like the hollow of a rubber band from the little bit of 6th grade you'll remember. Flip flop hopscotching, blowing fear into your bubble gum when hamsters made of electricity scurry through your veins; that feeling you...
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  Lincoln 27

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  Twenty-seven flowers she counted, plucking them from their epicenter one by one. Yellow Lantanas paratrooping to the ground and each with their own set of petals; she loves me. There is no "not" here, save for the knot in my throat when I try to talk about the November sky and the l...
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  Never, Not Once

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  I saw you yesterday on your way to the parking lot and for a minute the air screamed fish tanks for little freshmen goldfish to hit the glass and forget after three seconds and running, swimming, tumbling for the time when push one two three four five six seven step and halt meant more than n...
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  I Met Myself the Other Day

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  I met myself the other day in a back row musty pew her difference, trying to downplay aiming so hard to please Yahweh herself she does not value our thoughts were all in disarray she spoke some words we’ll never say it’s already too snafu to have to deal with ill hearsay it is ha...
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  Something to Say

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  My fingernails map bitten trails they tell me tails of all our strife comes with the life Word is a knife Church versus State makes second rate Still fuels the hate So take a look and ban my book my hope, you took But not tonight They fight no fight They see no sight I tak...
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  I Saw You Go

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  I saw you go, but didn’t stop you as I should have done. I saw you go, but I did nothing; neither of us won. I saw you go, but kept my mouth shut when I could have yelled. I saw you go, but still, I failed you. The truth, I withheld. I saw you go, but let you walk on though...
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  Life is...

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  For me, life is not defined by the classic epic milestones, the big stuff we are told to look out for. Instead, it is marked by the little fleeting moments who never let me down. It is riding a shopping cart like a scooter at Wal-Mart. It is staring out the window at a monsoon. It is opening a...
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  If I Stay by Gayle Forman

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  Mia, a seventeen-year-old cellist's world was shattered by a semi truck. She and her family are on their way to visit close friends when their car is struck, ejecting all four of them out of the vehicle. After the crash, Mia is left standing by the side of the snow laced road. Still absorbing what j...
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  Banned

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  It may sound weird, but the worst part of my eighth grade year was also the best and most defining. What used to be the simple structure of my mindset unraveled early last September. The crisp autumn winds had already made their appearance as I strode through the nearly one hundred and fifty ye...
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  Tiny Little Poems

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  Haikus are so cute. They look like they would squeak if I could just poke them....
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  Dear Falling Star

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  I wish I could be who we both know that I am. Not gonna happen....
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  Today We are Pigeons

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  Today we are pigeons, just pecking at the sidewalk. Can we fly away?...
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  The Trouble With Haikus

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  Haikus are too hard. Seventeen syllables are just not enough room....
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  Leap of Faith

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  I’m broken down, it feels so wrong, all by myself, I’m not that strong. From lost and found, to hide and seek. My guard is down ’cause now I’m weak. So if you’re out there hearing me, I’m on the floor on bended knee. I never thought that I’d be here, what I was t...
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  Perfect

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  If only they’d have told us that perfect doesn’t come easy. It has many definitions, depending on your dialect. Some types of perfect will make you loose yourself before finding them. Others will make you loose everything else to find you. None are safe. All are perfect....
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  If Pillow Cases Could Talk

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  This dilapidated green pillow case has seen better days. And worse days. Nights, more accurately. It think it was once an oversized handkerchief. It has heard an exuberant four-year-old assign it a name. (Snuggly) And a gender. (male) It has stayed by her side for ten years. Awake duri...
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  Tears for Tehran

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  Have you heard the news today? And did you hear the people say “Where is my vote?” out in the streets? But how is violence ever okay? There’s got to be a better way. Did you see Neda on the ground? With angst and chaos all around? Cold and bloody on the pavement, her brave voice no l...
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  Broken Hearts or Angel Wings

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  Broken hearts or angel wings. Flitting between the worlds of a quick knowing glance and fourth period notebooks. Thriving in the eyes of secret keepers and vague scribbles on fast-food napkins. Broken hearts or angel wings. Their label makes all the difference. But could they be one withou...
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  Left Wing Lutheran

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  I know I speak from the wrong side, but hear me out, okay? I can’t deny what’s plainly written even on my worst day. I love my God and He loves me, of that I’ll never doubt, and with His word and saving grace I’ll never be without. As you can see, I’m a Disciple, straight up and...
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  Not in My Space

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  Over the last decade, the number of teens and preteens using websites like MySpace, Facebook, and Bebo has skyrocketed. Kids use their profiles to blog, share pictures, and make virtual “friends.” While social networking sites have ­become increasingly popular, the personalized webpages teens c...
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  Graduation Lament

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  I sit here staring out my bedroom window, the sill laced with ceramic knick-knacks and plastic relics of my childhood. Outside, cool wind possesses palms trees and makes them dance. The sun cannot yet escape the clutches of clouds. This is not right for a Phoenix, May morning. It should be st...
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  It's Time to Write

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  It's time to write, It's time to face it, face reality. No more fiddling with half-hearted metaphors and tiptoeing through the minefields of ­controversy just to not blow my cover. Time to paint my own walls with words unread and thoughts unsaid. Time to rock the boat, and maybe fall ove...
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  Almost Reunion

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  November 7th,2OO8: It’s funny how I planned that night, that potential conversation, for five whole months. Even before I knew it would happen. I carefully, tactfully crafted each word I would say, down to the letter. But my better judgment got the best of me. So the friend I thought I’d ...
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  Reflections of a Soon to be Confirmand

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  This is the last time “Take and eat-” we stay behind. “this is the true body-” After all the years “of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ-” Of awkwardly swinging our feet “given into death-” Alone in the pews. “for the forgiveness of your sins.” Within these walls, we w...
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  Marauders

  

  By SaraB., Phoenix, AZ

  Do you remember when we were invincible? Just three little nerds in our own little world, laughing our heads off like nothing else mattered. We were the marauders, the ketchup bandits and prank masters supreme. We could fly if we wanted to. We have the dog tags to prove it. If only we knew ...