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  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    I saw you when your hair was all mussed up and your eyes were big and blue and tired, and I knew deep down that I should already be asleep. We tried to have a conversation, but luck wasn’t with us, and every attempt failed. We wanted to talk, we really did, but technology wouldn’t let us. When i...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    you were me falling in spires, spirals, leaves; you caught to drop and dropped to rise, and your mother bent crooked over in the kitchen, with her raw red fingers pointed at me – how i floated in place of the falling! and we waited for the drift. speckled like yellow borne old into ...
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    i remember the early bread-baked mornings with your sun-strung neck and the promise of the river. you used to steal white stones smooth from the bedrock and hide them in your pockets; you would swim in them to the point of drowning. i tried to rustle my leaves when you came near to pain...
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    when I saw you I knew it; the way I know sun will rise with morning, or that people believe in God. how I know my hair will grow, and how I know the number of fingers on both of your hands. they counted off evenly; in my haste, I forgot to count anything else. I’ve been dreaming ...
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    every time it rained, I tried to tell you how your voice spreads out, the stardust smoothed into my fingers, and the gaps sealed over- when we’re almost holding hands. but my heart was beating, the war, a marathon, the race of blood, my fingertips frozen in yours, trembling. you alwa...
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    my name cut birds from the sky, the circumcision of certainty boiling, the smoke of our forgotten streams. the time held bright, and the birds shed their feathers for the convenience; we strung necklaces from the years of plumage, hands framed in diffracting lights- the promise of the cov...
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    and it is my journey the ordered ordination flown in on dove-backs, wings wilted white on water. reaching upwards, you’re drowning in eggshells; they crackled with surprises until you fell through. your feet were raw when we met. (you bled with the pressures of perfection fr...
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    she carried you choking under stardust autumn sky, with the paper-cup pills all stuck in your throat- where the rising was early, and ever did fall where the season was yearning, and the idea was all. all that could be in a piano bench, wind tinkling the keys where ivory chessmen forever gu...
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    I. the girl, curious under glass at her own preservation – a ceiling all spittled with rain, and the leaves! the trees undressed themselves to share with her the modesty – pressed petals to the pane of glass, the lips to a lover. II. the wrinkled warrior with swollen wave eyes t...
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    he hoarded towers, the trembling mountains, that choked the valleys of his floor. in the fires, suffocating, velvet theater seats are breaking, and everything that seemed doesn’t seem so anymore. maybe it’s the fire’s light- the need to be remembered or remember what we were, in ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Dear Anna, I don’t get why we have to say ‘dear’ and all because if I am writing to you, I must like you, and you must be dear to me, but you know what Mrs. Anderson says about being all nice and correct. The thing is, I don’t like being nice and correct because nice words are just hid...
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    There is no touch in talk or taste; Maybe in sight -but not quite- of how the words ripple s p r e a d out like fans and scatter lily-reds around your toes. But canyons never tend to close, no corners meet and bend and fold the cooling iron on a board, and a bridge slumped over for...
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    memorize the fog as it sticks to your hand; the second skin of a bigger city that crawls and creeps its way across your arm. maybe then finally the green sickness spots of age life grief will fade....
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    you grappled words from goosebumped skin before I even spoke; with no regard of where they fell, my letters trapped under your foot- you keep, you hoard, award yourself this little victory to touch my lips and seal my skin to take the words and innocence but my loyalty’s written in Pen,...
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    I watched his hands grab at the clouds, holly boughs around his head. Long legs kicked a fog of sand- the land s p r e a d o u t before us. We once had known The simpler song Every word and every tune Call it blues, and I would laugh- there are no blues but sheep and giraffes para...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She laughed until her teeth were stars bridging solar system gaps slinging cackles gasps and laughs forcing me; her gravity saliva never seemed so sweet to meet her mouth and see her s h i n e but as it goes her teeth all dimmed. more fell out than she kept in she still laughs thoug...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    And see it through until the winter day where paths will blaze unswervingly to homes alight, each glow in their uncertain way; Don’t trust that which cannot be said in poem. The secret ways that every house stays lit- they’re diff’rent with the passing of each night, and even if your wo...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Her words always first With her eyes, teeth, talent Beaming blooming bright She spun gold to weave; Blanket her accomplishments Under feathery shadow Pet pheasant at home During the hunt. Coddled and patted and praised She effortlessly accepts, framing her trophies. I spoke to her once...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    “Right. Okay. Now what?” She had that distant look in her eyes, like a heart spread out over, what is it… three, four continents, pulled to excess. The roaring of the fireplace was a distant but firm reminder of perseverance, and she often snatched the papers that flew from her desk, rescui...
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    He always hoped that they would turn out too dark; he liked to take them from the trash, to take them home. Sometimes when he liked one enough and he was alone he magnified it several times and even printed it in layers over and over until there were five images on one sheet. He couldn’t underst...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    You are more flowers than the spring has sprung in its lifetime of red yellow orange sunset sea- Ambrosia sweetened. Tear at the soil to find; To toss your lovely out to the sky where your canopy of arms flap around us. Then battered and bruised by need. Pummeling, pouring down unti...
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    With the noise of scattered rain My weary soul Escapes my brain And sticks itself onto a drop Just to hear the final plop Of raindrops as they plow the ground Where a distant echoing sounds Of my head grown to the clouds And clearer than it’s ever been. With the staggering final breath...
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    Grey clouds thin Dulled frozen air Muscles pulled taut The whitening hair. Wind whistling through the mesh The breath of morning Morning breath Stiffened old limbs Wracked by coughs His insistence, A sailor’s knot. When a sky raised bumps on flesh The breath of mourning Mourning b...
  • Poetry > Song Lyrics
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    We used to paint all the playgrounds A pretty pastel green. I asked, "Where do the kids go?" You said they grew, I asked, "What does that mean?" You painted tables, I painted stairs. I asked, "When do they end?" Then you started smiling, And so I cried i...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I found the words hiding. Curled between my toes, Itching with every step. They are the poems. Poems hiding in corners of mouths Pulled upwards in a smirk. Drifting through fingers Of pleading hands. Fingers running rough, Feeling the raised edges Of blank canvas And listening...

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