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  • Poetry > All Poetry
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    Remember your eyes and the shape of your name When your pen sweetens, blooms in your hand. Look not to the stars; they are white, distant. To write of diamonds is also to write of coal. When your pen sweetens, blooms in your hand, Remember that the life in your hand is of carbon Just like th...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    I’m looking at Al’s kitchen and I’m thinking, like, They cook food in here? The place has got pots and pans and stuff littered all over the place, lying on the floor, whatever. It’s not like the clutter at my house – at least that clutter is controlled. The plates on my floor are at least ...
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    We first noticed the thing on Monday morning. It had been slouched silently in the alley between 24th Street and 25th, black and bulging. We stopped, looked at it. It held our attention. We stood in the alley before it, heads cocked. There was no way to tell how long it had been there, growing, spre...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Here’s the thing about ideas. They come to you in those precious, sacred, quiet moments You know, when you’re in the shower Or in those brightly colored moments Which come right before sleep Or when you’re sitting on the train, Watching the rain dash itself violently against The wind...
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    The first time you saw rain, it wasn’t Magical. You knew the air was charged, and wet, and electric But it was still just air. You felt the raindrops stick to your skin and catch in your eyelashes and melt inside you But they were still just drops of water. You went back inside and shook th...
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    This is the night I Stay up till four Reading Sylvia Plath And vomiting as quietly as I can Flushing stars and pinpricks Down the toilet And missing you more passionately More intensely Than I ever have Because your edges are still Hovering in this blanket And it’s far too warm to...
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    You are running for the train, and you are late. The money for your ticket – $1.25 – is growing sweaty and crumpled in your hand. The train has already lurched to a stop. You see the doors slide open, and the people, in a mass of odious, damp humanity, crush in. You’re among them; but you c...

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