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  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    “You are here. You are still right here.” -Richard Siken Yesterday, another boy I don’t know killed himself. This new death makes me feel much too old. There have been others before this, but I was young enough, then, that something positive always seemed to come out of it. The first time a...
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    I always knew that desire was a bad thing. To want is to lose and there is a place for people who would have been greedy. Day 1 My toes go first. Then the very bottom of my left foot starts to tingle. It’s the falling of electric snow. Except it’s rising, really, and only where my left foot...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A Farthing, Furling I’m here to offer you a detailed list of my failures. I wanted to write a poem about ruin. About admitting to wanting to ruin you. It was going to be gritty and lovely. A specific vision of the actual conversation: I want to be the heroic leave...
  • Fiction > Scripts & Plays
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    Woman There are men who tell me secret things. And “Shh. Make no mention of buildings constructed of broke bones.” But maybe you know that. You’re looking at me like I might just tear myself in two. The mind is a frightful thing, a scary place. I try to keep the light off, but I dream up...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She plucked me from the murkyplace, saved me from the nothingness that threatened to erase my name. “Mother” is a word learned early, one whose definition is in constant motion. She- my definition of mother- pulled me into herself, taught me trust through a hole in my stomach. Someh...
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    “Writing is a struggle against silence.” – Carlos Fuentes I keep words – the things I'd love to see and do – like hostages without ransom. Tree-climbers scale my esophagus, trying to escape my motionless tongue. Machu Picchu grows, fertile, deep in my abdomen. Mountains...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    Martha took extra care—she hit each key on a jammed typewriter, curved each s impeccably. Yet, she abandoned each letter at the post office in the same way, trying to forget the words inscribed within their cold, thin hearts. Martha imagined she was doing much the same as the war boys… leaving ...

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