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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    At 14 he was kicked out of his house for stating who he was, at an age when innocuous identities begin to converge his were fractals, falling between integers – where did you fall? I think every human is an undifferentiated equation, some more than others, there's not an awful lot of space ins...
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    Emma has been reading those socialist newspapers again. She's all talk and occupying Wall Street, saturated with anarchy, says she doesn't shave her legs 'cause she doesn't submit to the patriarchy. Dressing in those $100 jeans ripped up to look punk, I tell her real punk doesn't cost more tha...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    Needles. Needles, needles, needles. I've been surrounded by them since I was little. All sorts of medical equipment, but especially those d*mn hypodermic needles. Or, more accurately, a hypodermic needle attached to a syringe. My dad's a Type I diabetic, but I think the real reason they ke...
  • Opinion > Love / Relationships
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    The other day, I was chatting with one of my best friends. She mentioned casually that she was going to have sex, for the first time, with her boyfriend of four months. A bit taken aback, I asked, "Are you... ready?" "Yes," was her simple reply. We moved on, switched topics...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    When people talked about my brother, he always brought to their mind a good image: Straight-A student. Quarterback. Handsome and outgoing and friendly and an all-around inherently good man. This was how all the world saw him. A typical high school jock, went to parties, had tons of friends and fun t...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    This morning I opened my eyes To the glare of the morning sun And the whir of a ceiling fan Cutting like a knife through the silence. I reached over and felt the spot-- The creases still there, the mattress still hot-- The you-shaped indent Which I had come to take For granted. The cove...

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