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  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    The mornings belonged to me and daddy. I'd rise well before the sun was up, and my small voice would pierce the silence. Daddy would hear it, and come and lift me from my still warm blankets. He'd carry me to the living room, and we'd sit in the big rocker. Then we waited. We waited f...
  • Reviews > TV show reviews
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    The Big Bang Theory has been running for several seasons, following the story of a group of friends. There have been several memorable guest stars including Stan Lee, Wil Wheaton and Stephen Hawking. Unlike other modern shows, the Big Bang is all about…nerds. Sheldon Cooper, played by Jim Parsons,...
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    "It didn't follow the book," is usually a common complaint of book based movies. This is true in most cases. "The Great Gatsby" must be an exception. It tells the story of Nick Carraway, a man dazzled by the glamour of the 1920's, an era ruled by a backfired attempt at...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
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    Mommy kissed me on the cheek when she left, whispering promises in my ear. When she leaves, Daddy hangs his head against the wall, and the tears flow freely. I won't see her again till later, much later. Years of TV dinners add up, and I watch the television, looking for a glimpse of a face,...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Animals speak. We do not listen. We hear, but do not comprehend. Birds do not fly, they soar. We cannot see that which flies. People do not sleep, they lie awake, and dream, only to forget again. There is no universe, only places in which...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Lurking through misty alleys, In a grey suit, Blending into the glimmering fog, Tasting the moisture, On a dry tongue. Slipping silently, Between running legs, A flickering tail, Tickling skirt hems, That rustle And rain droplets, On soft ears. Leaping across Brightly colored umbrella t...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    daddy promised if i held his hand that we could fly together, and draw a sky picture for a missing mommy who had flown away. that we could map a path for her to follow to find me. i took his hand to find that when we flew, my pictures were swallowed by storm clouds. angry tears dropp...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    a book and a caramel, slipped below the desks, in a trade of sorts. secreted away to enjoy later when prying faces couldn't watch frantic eyes swell like white capped waves as they devoured the literature, tasting the words as strongly as the caramel tucked behind a still tongue. th...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    ink on skin, splatters, smudges, tasting sweet, to rub later, and destroy, literature. the bumps writing carries, on its back like small tumors that inhabit the word when they're written....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    'Neath a tree, I was born, And from the tree, I breathed. My milk was its Water, My clothes, its leaves, My food, its food. Only thing was mine, Was a heartbeat That drummed From the inside. Men cut my tree, And I wandered Carrying nothing, but my heart's drum....
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    cardboard lips, brought a paper-cut kiss, that stung, bled, and screamed, when pricked, with a lemon heart. your tongue, was my dagger, your eyes, my poison. and I bled, a flow of red, from that one paper-cut kiss,...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    skirts are meant for clinging, for binding skin to mask, so no one, not even daddy can see the peeping nose. they call momma's girl and the girl readily agrees to be a momma's girl to be forever enfolded into the silken skirts that hide a life giver. i'll be a mommas girl...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Some people sing for many to hear. Not I. I sing only for mine ear. Others dance to bangs of a band, Not I. I dance by the sea on the sand. All children race for glory, Not I, I race for a good story. Some people whirl to please the eye. Not I. I twir...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I am pretty you see it plain and regular and love me for being plain for low voices checking sopranos but you are a good man and know the best women are the plain ones that cannot be compared to. this is reassurance....
  • Fiction > Romance
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    Blood tastes sharp, metallic and it spreads quickly across fleshy terrain. I watch it run from my nose down to my bare chest. The skin it dries on feels tight and stretched. Dylan stands over me, fists clenched. The last piece of bread is still in my hand. He will do anything to get it. I must save ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    My parents don’t dream. They used to, But then they forgot how. Sometimes They think they’ve dreamt, But then they realized, That there is no Such thing as dreams, When the world Gives you an icy shoulder, To lean on Indefinitely. They know They don’t dream, Because schedules ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    People are animals, Cruel, helpless, Vulnerable to the outside, Vulnerable inside too. You can hurt humans Like you kill a deer. Quickly, efficiently. Their blood will hardly stain And be lifted, By the rain, The sharp, burning rain. I've watched huma...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    Outside there is a deer. A soft brown eyed creature with a perky tail. I’ve often wished I was a deer, because then, I wouldn’t be a human. Humans are clumsy creatures, with large feet. They make too much noise. I’m an exception. I make little noise and am not clumsy. I am like a ghost, except...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    A sleeping babe, Is precious. More valuable, Than any earthly thing. Their baby dreams, Are worth a lifetime, Because, They belong to a baby, Who has a whole lifetime, To fulfill them. Each tiny, infantile feature, Is pronounced, While caught By the nursery shadows, In the cool eveni...

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