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  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
    you straighten your hair and add highlights to look like the white models in Cosmo your fingers are marked with beauty-quiz smears and i miss the braided kinks somebody convinced you to pierce your ears but your eyes have lost their diamonds the stars have fallen from the ink of India fro...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    the towel wrapped around hangs, no breasts, no hips just twelve ribs and a stomach indented bright pink nail paint as if to distract us from what we see, the sallow, sunken face her bottle-dyed hair the only weight on her body, what does she see in those poorly veneered eyes? does she se...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    Ink-stained fingers and a whirlwind of unused, unsaid words... clatter to the floor like pots and pans when i see you in a silent pinprick... that pounds in my ears' heartbeat and nerve-shuddering chalk-board fingernails... that i have to clip before every kickboxing match that nobody ever came to.....
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    just shut-up. i don't care about your god he, you, and i know that you're a sinner. just shut-up every single line of poetry ever written wasted. just shut-up. you've crossed the line. and no apology could fix this....
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    he clock says it is 6:57. it doesn't help me to watch seconds pass and my ears hurt and my throat rasps raw. i swear to my theasaurus palms that you were right here! laying and i almost had it. that perfect word! one i liked and tasted mostly of sugar to my tongue; just a little of your...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    I. dreaming of your face asleep. those little pinpricks of pigment. the crease in the bridge of your nose i deemed to be cute. the soft slope of your slack muscles curling yellow lashes over moodring green eyes. and you are still a boy II. i couldn't sleep so i dosed myself with...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    i wonder if they were old friends one maybe just passing through but as i watched her watch him walk away to his fancy job decked in his classy suit and his favorite football team tie (and her with the edgy soul of the inner artist) i knew she would stand there in the stinging ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    my finger traces lazy eights on her belly and geometric warrior-paint on the sighing hip my lips twitch inward words to her baptismal-water eyes her toes incubated in warm spring-pebble sand where we buried stars she was simply beautiful and they'll damn us for it ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    i'm sorry that it's raining (on your birthday of all days) you'll be sleepy. voice heavy with deprivity and thrumming words like the rain on this tin roof of ours. thank you for letting me hold your hand, blocky masculine and warm as his mother held my feet cemented onto flimsy breakab...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    abused and forlorn they rasp against the chalkboard of the night. within the same rythym mine rise with the cresting of your chest. it is the ineffable lullaby of mine. this is the safest place i know. warm, soothing swell "listen to the waves, swoosh-swoosh" and down my ch...

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