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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    “You’re a writer.” You say. “How would you write me?” I get this question usually four times a day. I laugh it off, Because most of the time I wouldn’t. My friends are nice But they are not heroes. Then you ask, And I have an answer. I would write you like a poem, diffic...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    “I can see forever.” She said it while she thought they were still behind her. When she realized she was alone, the moment lost much of its substance. She looked once more over the infinite desert dunes, and turned to stumble back towards the tent. The Berbers did their work in measured, o...
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    It was Sunday The day I thought I broke the sky And the watercolor blurred And the flowers started to whisper It was Sunday Not so long ago When I thought I broke the sea And my dreams all grew faces And the clouds started to whisper It was Sunday Five years from now When I thought ...
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    On the eve of the first night you spent in Palermo You took a smile And hid it in the roses For someone you didn’t know to find. You took off your shoes And said a few prayers And sailed a ship Into the mist On the eve of the last night you spent in Palermo You broke ten clocks, and f...
  • Nonfiction > Travel & Culture
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    I have found that the words “communal bathhouse” strike fear into the hearts of most Americans, but not so in Morocco where they are called hammams. Hammams are large, slippery, and generally full of naked people. The taps go from boiling hot to ice cold, and the steam is so thick it's diffic...
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    Cities, are not soulless. Thousands of feet pounding the pavement and a sound in your ears like the generator in your basement. The eyes we pass without seeing and the hands we will never hold. They see and they cheer, for here at last is a place to blend in To lose one’s self in the ...

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