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  • Poetry > Free Verse
    That I were ill or blind so that the calming touch of your cool and gentle hand would be a balm to my forehead and give me closure. That blood would stream from my wounded arm so you would hold me gingerly and linger as my vision left, an angel in the desert of perpetual night. That I w...
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    Om mani padme hum. I sip my sweetened, roasted, yerba mate from my cuia(gourd) with a customary bomba (filtering straw) and write an email to a friend in Portanol, a blend of Portuguese and Spanish that, while a bad idea to use in the real world, is fun for socializing. Om mani padme hum. I count...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    I recall a dream of emptying myself of molten rage and ashen fury, blighting the verdant fields of wild grass and lilac who grew brightly down my side, nourished by the sweet lemon air floating from the crystalline Mediterranean sea. I remember how it poured along my flanks, dribbling down li...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    I stare blindly over the world, my head engrossed in the clouds who cluster white as death and whisper blizzards and thunder upon my cheeks and chest like frigid lovers whose affection is ice. I spin and feel it at my core as if trapped in a centrifuge never to be free. How much of me is lef...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    The left foot upon my head is in a muddy, size 4 Disney Princess sneaker and its step is light, barely pushing me deeper into the creek and followed quickly by a right foot to rest upon my side for a moment and then hop along. Days, weeks, years, decades. They all flit up and over me as the cree...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    Sometimes nothing is better than a glass of cold water poured on my feet, sizzling on the hot asphalt. Sometimes the dragonflies buzz and whine like an old woman who claims she’s had enough of life but won’t give it up, not yet. Sometimes the sun is hot on my neck and your kiss...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    The guard rail drops and the blinking red lights begin, that insatiable bell ringing monotonously and beating down the sun who sits on the horizon, slowly sinking. The beige leather of the car is slowly warming after sitting in the cold parking lot all day. Outside the train begins to rumble b...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    How many faces and birthdays will I come to remember before my eyes shut for the last time and I find myself in that closet I hid in that smelled of laundry softener in the third grade because I didn’t belong in a girl’s house? How many fingers and palms and fingernails will I see amid how...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    T1 Marsh HotChoc Venti to leave my teeth feeling weak and sugar ladden and stained and my tongue glazed in fat. Employee 50% 1.57 1 Asiago Pretzel to burn my fingers on and make my face feel greasy, but you like them. Employee 50% 2.13 Subtotal 3.70 Total 4.07 Cash 5.00 Cash Change .93 An...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    With a sales receipt, a full refund of any emotional attachment in the original form of payment will be issued from any lover for the return of new or unused teddy bears, chocolates, flowers, bracelets, and company on cold January Friday nights at a moment's notice when no other plans could be ha...
  • Fiction > All Fiction
    They had seen a movie. “It’s a good thing we’re not friends,” she chuckled and took a drag from her cigarette. She uncrossed her legs, pulling them closer to her chest. The late spring evening was brisk, but humid and the smell of the cold ozone sat in a sheer mist on her exposed skin. S...

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