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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Indifference quickly becomes "unkind." It's not possible to find pure black or white. There is no right or wrong way to find. Neutrality is easy to keep in mind when everyone else is determined to fight but indifference quickly becomes unkind when everyone else, stuck in the...
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    this is me: on the edge between us because we are dying happily together and we fall when we cry -- when stars sparkle it is not, it is fairy dust, it is snow not falling but falling off of trees when we shout hard because sound is traveling, radio waves, can you solve it with a vector and an x unti...
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    The train pulls out of the station and ten years ago the baker's wife waved out the back door of the bakery that opens on the track and everyone in the shop darted to the windows to offer manual farewells to the city rapidly leaving small-town worlds behind in the guise of a purple-stri...
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    Wind is flying through mountains. A comb Shuttles through hair as a loom. Cloth Is not created from death. Not life either. Just thread. We cannot look if we cannot see. Looking is an unfortunate term, or To be more exact, inexact. It can refer To find as well as see and they are not Fu...
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    I am cleaning out the Bucket. It is not a bucket. It is a rectangular empty canvas cube without a top. It stubbornly persists in being called a Bucket. I’ve no idea why. I have strewn piles all over the floor. Mostly they are paper. One is Recycling. The recycling bin is right there, but I...
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    God, it's spring again, I'm caught unprepared - too quickly I will list my spring cleaning to-dos: I'll forget how to hear bitter ice crystals and snowfall I'll listen to breezes and spring rain I'll remember how to find flowers & birds in silence. Again I ...
  • Fiction > Scripts & Plays
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    Marisa: What - Thomas! You can't possibly - Thomas: I don't even know what you mean anymore! This is getting out of hand! Marisa: I'm not even going to pretend to know what you're talking about! Thomas: It's not fun, Marisa, even if it ever was, this whole fling - Maris...
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    God is the swaying of branches in the wind. Okay, so maybe God is more than that. But— God is in the ripples of a pond. I don’t believe that nature alone contains God or that outdoors is the only place to seek divinity – inside the right kind of church I feel love radiating from staine...
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    We all sit under the laurel trees sometimes. Persephone, Arethusa, Oenone, Pitys, Sinope, Moria. Me, Daphne. Chelone, before Zeus turned her into a tortoise. I think she meant to come to his wedding; she was just the forgetful type, and slow-moving, too. Some of the mothers and nymphs whisper t...
  • Opinion > Pop Culture / Trends
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    Once this woman, a blogger and a writer of New York Times editorials, spoke at my school. "The best thing you can do," she declared, "when you see someone who is overly terrified of an upcoming catastrophe - flood or fire or war - is to tell them that it has already happened.&quo...
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    you, undefined you are a signpost in the wilderness next to broken asphalt and roots while the wind whistles through old sparse treetops. and you're a quiet cactus growing unaffectedly between jersey barriers while too much rain falls in not enough time. also I know you to be the moon in the sk...
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    because when you know it seems different, i have told you only part of the story. every time. because you offer advice when i need comfort, i tell you the parts that bring me to angry tears and not the ones that cause me to cry in sorrow. i wish you would tell me it is okay. but that is...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    and how would you feel if i told you i wrote a song about you? i wrote a song about you, but no, you can't hear. and how would you feel if i told you that i could get on without you? that i could get on without you but you'd die without me near. so i hope you will stay safe ...
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    I was the girl with once-purple hair who walked with a spring in my step and a laid-back cynicism and a black leather jacket, the girl with a once-shy demeanor who tried without trying, once, but now tried, was greeted with small smiles and beginning-to-accept expressions. She sang in the ba...
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    Pigeons scattered as the plane landed; my father was angry as we rushed through. My father was angry he always was, in airports. The bus from the airport to the rental car didn't come and didn't come and didn't come. But at this point, somehow, I understood him....
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    laughing we part ways and so i find myself walking down the steps alone as she goes up. a courtyard is never empty and i don't know why. today you stand in it but not alone; the teacher you talk with has no hair. i cannot cross looking. so i don't but instead watch the sky li...
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    They are the children who want to fly, but that she cannot give them. She cannot give them, the children, what they want: flight They are the children who want what she cannot give them: to fly. She doesn't want to give them flight, which is what they cannot do. They are the childre...
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    later she yelled at him. later she shouted at him for not telling her, she cried and slammed her door, leaving him standing there in bewilderment. he did tell her. he did. but he told her in the language of time, one of the only languages that she, well-educated, did not understand. if...
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    The first sign Atris had that she was somewhere else was the muttering. It had started out quietly, but now it grew louder and louder. It surrounded her, as though she were in the middle of a crowd, and it was all really, really crazy. “If turquoise were to turn the corner--” one high voice sig...
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    she (the teacher) has taken us out to one of the bombed towns. it is horrific. there are stones off-kilter just slightly as we start in, and i have a feeling that i am not going to like what i see. the teacher chirps on and on about the dates and the reasons and the politics, how the destr...

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