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  Paradoxically Average Joe

  

  By Jefferson_Aero, St. Joseph, MO

  Joe was a pledge to The Multitude. Membership to The Multitude provided many services, including: movie tickets gifted by rich alumni (parents); both a ride in the Party Bus and a date to prom; and a tacit reservation of front-row seating at all extracurricular events. Membership required no pecunia...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Erosion

  

  By Jefferson_Aero, St. Joseph, MO

  Man meets woman. Man wants children. Man gets busy. Man has girl. Man leaves woman. Man raises girl. Girl is confused. Girl knows what man did. Girl is upset. Girl runs away. Girl meets future BFFL. Girl becomes inseparable with BFFL. Recession hits and BFFL moves to Alaska. Girl s...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  Is this what you call "Growing Up?" (a moment of infinity)

  

  By Jefferson_Aero, St. Joseph, MO

  I stood stationary in front of the door with my finger torn between responsibility and fear. The doorbell remained nailed to the wall--though I was half-hoping that it would fall to the ground--beckoning. It had to be done, but it could wait a few more seconds. Tears began to accumulate in my eyes...
• Poetry > Haiku
  The Blues

  

  By Jefferson_Aero, St. Joseph, MO

  Lethargic Ardour Melancholy Harmonies The Alluring Blues...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  A liberal who cares (Ode to Veterans)

  

  By Jefferson_Aero, St. Joseph, MO

  Explosions, crashes, cries--pain, One mass of people quivering in the unsafe remnants of a garage. Unfortunates scurry for cover, but gunfire reigns, washing away the blues of the sky, the greens of the trees, the pinks of cheek... Dust clouds the air, angrily bursting in gusts from the...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  If you are not a musician

  

  By Jefferson_Aero, St. Joseph, MO

  If you are not a musician you do not know time. You cannot know time. You have not seen time defenestrated, or lifetimes wasted. Time deceptively floats over to the window like a butterfly, and jumps while a trumpeter shoots at high C until his lips bleed. Time holds two fingers up to the back of th...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Permit Me to Tell You About Sorrow

  

  By Jefferson_Aero, St. Joseph, MO

  Permit me to tell you about sorrow, For I have coped with the final good-byes of a beloved friend, The tears streaming down blood-flushed cheeks as the U-Haul truck put distance ­between us, As we realized that our promises of keeping in touch Would not be kept. Permit me to warn you of sorrow...