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  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    The first time that I saw you, somehow I knew that you would be my best friend or my enemy. I didn’t know that it could go both ways. One day in the playground, I got you out of jail in a game of cops and robbers. After that we were inseparable. I went over to your house on the weekends where ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Through the pearl cataracts of mottled panes Under the stretched out gooseflesh of the sky Lies a city of roofs and weather vanes. I can see the red sunset as it stains The lardy clouds with a scandalous dye Through the pearl cataracts of mottled panes Above the slabs of bleak, gray conc...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    My sister dug her plump Fists into the earth. She Groped the dirt with a blissful squint. Out of the millions of flowers that bloomed in his garden, two remain-- a spiky orange dahlia, One smug white rose And a brown carrot. We played a game of darts He pricked himself. It seemed o...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    They twist my arms into comical shapes At their pecks, my hopes go wormy and wet, Their sad, bald heads pop like a fist of grapes. Above my head, they cry a battle threat. They caw to me that life is bittersweet As they poke waxy beaks into my life And dig their pigeon claws into red meat. T...
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    Our raft slides under limbs, gold, gray, and green It bumps the tangles of a curled brown root Then edges around a lime-colored shoot It skirts off down a gully, then between Two blackberry storms that rain purple fruit. Two hours after we lick our hands clean Of dark juice. My muddy sisters...
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    We lay in our sleeping bags, packed tight in a shadowy corner, away from the white lights. The ferry glided over the slippery blackness. No water. No wind. A flat orange moon slid out from behind The white bars. It sidled slowly down the Row with no reflection or halo, one guilty thum...

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