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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    1. Photographs on my parents’ dresser of my brother and me at various stages of development. I don’t like that one on the left. There’s ice cream on my shirt. 2. The first bite of a delicious birthday cake. The second bite is never as good, but relish in those rainbow sprinkles as they s...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    islands of big bang theories in a (Samsung) galaxy™ of organic juice cartons cream cheese blocks// my rearview mirror cranberry hailstones the size of your father’s golf balls// the back 9 maelstroms of soda pop in the sugary veins of caramel in your ice cream// vanilla// his// chocolate/...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    My mother was wearing the dress that I used to try on when I wanted to pretend I was a princess straight out of a storybook, while my father wore the smile that he reserved for special occasions like good test grades and family vacations to our cabin in Vermont. Together, my parents looked like one ...
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    Watch as the invisible man sticks his head into the moulding of the wall; the pinky fingers of his adolescence still stuck in the holes where they grew and suddenly couldn’t escape anymore. Splinters litter the skin near his knuckle like a piece of sadistic human art, a new ‘modern.’ Your t...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A flawed freckle on my arm. Our feet broke apart, soft train lights at night Our socks don’t match. Dress like a man, undress like a punk. I made you right, made your heart a full ear of corn. I won’t give you any roses. You whipped out the potato peeler Wrong utensil, I said ...
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    Back in grade school, I was the girl who pulled hats over her face and let hair cover her eyes I closed my mouth so nobody could see my braces or hear the things I had to say that probably weren’t too important anyway. I was the girl who hid her body like it was a curse I didn’t...
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    It’s called the past because it’s a curse but you know it’s more of a gift. I am never as young as I am right now I won’t fall behind a truck or stand on the wings of an airplane or jump on a landing, clothes billowing into wind-blown sheets like a beetle that will crunch its ...
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