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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    limbs fat and heavy as lead pipes gluey dangling staticky dry i haven’t left this room in days. my eyes stick in their sockets, sore each movement is one i can’t bring myself to make. holding my head high is too much trouble. my laptop whirrs and glows dim shadows and bright lights. st...
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    hands Clasped, claws vices fingers Twisted, gnarled like branches of a tree star-shaped clusters of bones Bound with string and wrapped in dry rustling layered cigarette paper, clutching and bowing like Thistles, like birds Eyes rolling, Eyes creaking, Eyes coated in dust dripping, wax w...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Beatrix often wished she wasn’t so sensible. It would be quite a comfort, for example, to wish upon a star. She never could. She knew that stars were really just gigantic celestial bodies that generated heat and light through nuclear fusion, and they couldn’t care less what you wished for. That ...
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    There’s cold, and clean, and well-scrubbed biting crispness in the air outside. It tastes like washing your face in the morning. Like the frost on your dad’s car. Like pavement, rough and dry and icy on your skin. Do you remember, when your mother woke you at half past three, dragging you...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    You know how you feel when you reach the last page of the last chapter of your favorite book? Suddenly you're drained and empty and can't remember what you used to do with your time. It takes weeks to wash the taste of an ending from your mouth. And that strange horrible hollowness hides...
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    Where the leaves are nothing more than the withered wings of summer, that’s where you’ll find me. Skinned knees and too many elbows, shoes flapping against faded asphalt. Maybe I’ll be staring up at the curdles of smoke coming from my neighbor’s chimney, swirling like a genie from his...
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    I remember when my mother played the piano. She could play it the way light bounces off a chandelier. Notes climbed up the stairs and swayed through the pipes their footsteps unmuffled and their songs bright. I remember when we bought that piano. It was a great gleaming beast, thick with glo...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    My mother and father met through a disagreement. He was, and is, a devout Muslim. She was, and is, a devout Protestant. They were both attending a lecture on theology. From the moment they met, they argued. They argued about religion. They argued about philosophy. They argued about politics and mu...
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    I’ve never understood why people remember things the way they do. I can talk all about a random Saturday afternoon when I was three—we went to Rubio’s for fish tacos and I dropped my churro in the sand. But I can’t for the life of me remember the day our house caught fire and burned down. Ap...
  • Opinion > Social Issues / Civics
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    There is an entire Wikipedia article dedicated to models who have died during their careers. And there are too many names. Just looking at this too-long list feels wrong, unhealthy. But all the same, I can’t help but feel lucky—lucky to be alive, and healthy, and happy. I realize now what a gift...

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