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  • Nonfiction > Academic
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    In his dangerously revealing novel, Lord of The Flies, author William Golding explores human behavior in it purest, unadulterated form. From stranding a group of boys on an island to formulating a complex, inner " beast", Golding experiments with the notion of life outside society's ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    In this old life, I ate screws. And hammers, and roles of gummed tape, and that was how I fixed my problems. Still, this was long before your generation: at a time when the D.V.D. stood for a Definitive Vaccination Diagram. And the carmine orbiting your eyes like a swarm of furiou...
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    They say that if you ever encounter a bear in New York, you should read it a story and eventually it will grow bored and tumble back to its grotto in Tourist Section #3 and I never knew whether to feel insulted or relieved by that, but maybe its not the story that bores him, maybe its the startling...
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    She bends her fingers back, and they sit that way, Teetering above a raw-sounding snap! For what amounts to seconds, minutes, until shooting forward. Each One a little longer than before. And she does this By the fence of her neighbor’s lawn. Clothed in Coats of white-grass and earth like...
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    It doesn’t come easily; The acceptance nor the process, The effect nor what leads up to it. It’s uneven and immediate. A Surge of thoughts swimming about The rim of a copper bowl. Swift And unstoppable. It’s that Tetherball game we Forced ourselves to watch; the Ball that sa...
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    As we walk atop this winter's night with but a child's mind and pure delight; we'll stalk the wind o'er lumber flues and glide through layers of fresh starlight. And our faces shall mingle with snowflakes fallen far away from the warm bee's pollen as we reach the pea...
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    What shall I dream upon tomorrow's snowy night and what shall I wake to in the morn'? The roughened snow perhaps, the cold of my bed? Or shall I dream of a boy who lies awake in the desperate nightfall, wondering what his dream will be?...
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    On a good afternoon, I'll go outside;  once the sharpened air wears dull, and sidewalks heal from the beatings of yesterday's feet-- a five-day war of  coffee swords and briefcase shields. Before time grows sluggish and before the bulb of day burns dry, I'll step o...
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    Your blank canvas lives upon her whitewashed wall and I watch as she strives to run a thumb over the fraying initials carved into its plaster; Today, her skeletal finger felt your name, and her heart, your heart. Those yellow tresses you placed upon her leafless head hold chestnut s...
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    Our love has been reborn, docked to port, its motor chokes on the ocean. I had been skeptical of a man's heartbeat and the way it rhythmically drums on a woman's thighs; but with you and I, there is such chemistry, such a symmetrical love, don't you agree? Oh, how we whi...
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    I'll eat the golden daffodils and hear the rainfall sing. I'll choke on heaven's blue-beak skies, I'll immerse myself in Spring. I'll search for stars in sable homes and crown the Egrets king. I'll grasp the russet apple cores, I'll immerse myself in Spri...
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    O'er the copper sierras and the spray-painted skies there lies a cloud with a door to its side. When unlacing that door, you must be in the raw piton in your hand as you plough through the taw; and there, you will find a grand-father clock to whom you shall beat 'till it hands you its...
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    She came winding down with olive tresses so leathery in feel and so woodsy in smell; "She must use conditioner" my horse so cleverly neighed lifting his head to the vanilla-bean clouds, "I must use it." Her body was hidden in an orange chiffon adorned with subtle veins ...
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    Gaping dunes level their shaven heads and narrow their seashell eyes; they are trying to lead that wee fish of a boy to his wat'ry grave. They smoke on seaweed cigarettes and spit salt water smoke into his bloodshot eye; leaving the other to be blinded by that glaring sun suspen...
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    His old man called him a simple feller of simple wantins' and simple thoughts. A man filled with bourbon-breath from labor in them open fields; masked in silver bristles from his whinin' little ones. When ya asked if he liked rock n'roll he'd nod his head and...
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    After relocating to New York in 1986 from Paris, Le Bernadin is considered to be among the top restaurants in the world, securing the title of #1 for Food and Popularity in the Zagat survey as well as three stars in the highly renowned Michelin Guide. Its head chef, Eric Ripert, is seen today ...
  • Fiction > Thriller/Mystery
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    It was plain and simple, I hated her. I know that most kids my age just say they hate their parents and really don't mean it.  But this wasn't the case for me. Not for Jimmy Wetzler. My mother, Joanna Wetzler is no saint. On the contrary, as I discovered last night, she's a beast dis...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Aye Winter!- force thy dewdrops near the frozen pond ("waterbirds sing thy song in skies of gray") resting numbly on earthy sod; to hide in coverts beneath sun drenched rays- fleetingly trapped in Spring's forays. Aye Winter!- thaw out from thy haughty blue ("frostbitten...
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    Cascading one by one; from the creases of my bloodshot eyes L down the hook of my polluted nose O through the crimson pastels on my lips V over the tiers of my cobweb dress E and onto the welcome mat that no longer is......
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    Nobody cares But still, Nature is a prostitute With only a gauzy sheet of azure To cover its bronzed swellings. Nobody notices But still, Nature is a prostitute With a lengthy brown body; And green dollar bills Teeming from its skirt of moss. Nobody understands But still, Nature is a pr...
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    Let me clutch your tear stained-rags and cardboard image of American flags (which you thought meant something). Your glued on scowl at the churlish rich and cup of dimes in the earthy ditch (which bought you my sorrow). Let me own all your pain Every burn, and scar, and stain, so I can know ...
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    I have carried you upon my shattered back but never had I felt the agony you felt nor did I ever understand the despair which traps you. I used to watch as rain and hail and ice would fall from your eyes but I always expected a smile to come, and little did I know that you had forgot how to smi...
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    I lie in my parents bed; Head down, hands still, mouth shut As I am cautious not to make any mistakes. Crisp vibrations of rage leave their sweltering mouths. I dare to glance and notice a rash hand-gesture on my mother’s part, I dare to listen and hear curses in a nonexistent language on my...
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    After they  were created Our world called, Or rather it shrieked For someone  To get rid of the agony Brought by these brutes. Prayer had not existed yet, So this plea for help Seemed useless, Until two heroes arrived To help their  injured friend. One of them, Called God, Descended ...
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    Beneath the lilacs and the fragrant undergrowth, a lone cigarette....

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