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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    But I have crossed so many deserts, thirsty with dry air sliding down my aching throat and raisining my lungs and have felt so many grains of sand like tiny biting fleas crawling underneath my skin and gnawing at my bones. So I walked across the deserts and I came to pulsing sea and w...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    The sea stars we use in our research are kept in a large blue tub. They cling onto the rigid sides like babies to a mother’s breast. Running down the steep switchbacks to the lab, I don’t expect carnage. But there it is: three disembodied sea star arms- two grey, one orange. Sagging flesh twitch...
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    I’ve never had much tolerance for heat, and today was hot. The hottest it had been all summer. The sun, way up in the cloudless sky, indifferent to my suffering, slammed down and wrapped my body in a suffocating cloak. My bike groaned below me, reminding me that it had been needing a tune up for t...
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    I started shooting competitive rifle in seventh grade, but I was never the best. No, my best friend was always Top Gun, despite the passion and perseverance I threw into my shooting. Day after day, I gave every practice everything I had. On each target, there are ten bull’s eyes, worth a possi...
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    It hurts when you act like I'm not there as if we were strangers who never held hands in the dark. You make me feel stupid and alone....
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    Oh Blood, you hateful blossom! You bloom across my Caesar’s chest and dye his royal robes. You creep between the dusty stones like a wretched, writhing snake! You bubble from my Caesar’s wounds as from the well eternal and stain these ancient bricks of Rome with vicious, vile Red. An...
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    Death is better: than the loneliness and the blackness and the terrible silence- a silence like thunder. It is the music of death. The hell with it. You’re just no good. Even a murderer or a thief or a dog or an ant has something that keeps its head up and going. But I haven’t...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Plane lands. Hustle, bustle, get the luggage! Zip, zap, up down, all around. Escalator, elevator, escalator, out. Out into the fresh city air of Foggy Bottom. Thump-thump, thump-thump: heart and suitcase wheels over brick-lathered sidewalks. Look down – butter stain on cotton shirt. Look up – fl...
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    You go left and I go right So temptation cannot test the will and might Of my logical self, whom I know is right. But our paths cross again in the absence of light And now I truly fear, though I continue the fight, That we cannot persevere against the lure of the night. Yet we escape from ...
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    I dream a thousand dreams of you And count a thousand suns, And all the while wonder why My life has not begun. For though I sleep and wake and dream and die, And though the years keep creeping by, And though this life should soon be done, I know it has not yet begun....
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    You go left and I go right So temptation cannot test the will and the might Of my logical self, whom I know is right. But our paths cross again in the absence of light And now I truly fear, though I still fight, That we cannot persevere against the lure of the night. Yet we get away from n...
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    Dark clouds were simmering in the west, blocking out the last light of the setting sun. The small plane tossed and turned in a sudden broadside assault of wind. I glanced behind me. Nestled in the tiny cargo area behind the pilot and copilot’s seat was a mid-sized black bear, sedated, with his muz...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Waiting so long for someone to come, Save me from my suffering darkness. Laying cold in my tomb ‘till my still heart grows numb, And my soul becomes weak with this starkness. About to give in, surrender the fight, When with eyes like the sun and smile like a song, Finally he comes as if ou...
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    I misplaced my heart. Have you seen it? It tastes like papaya, the ocean, and wood smoke. It smells like pine needles, wet dog, and gunpowder. It sounds like a piano, a sigh, and a song. It feels like soil, a blanket, and a wind. It looks like a book, a music box, and a blue sky. It looks like...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    You reprobate. You hidebound, obstinate, esoteric, impregnable boy. You have me utterly incarcerated, with no chance of escape. How did you accomplish this? Permit me to respond to my own inquiry. I know the answer. It was those incisive eyes. One look at your eyes, and my heart became your hosta...
  • Fiction > Historical Fiction
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    The first lessons to learn about being a cook in a saloon: 1) Never ask a question you don’t want to know the answer to. 2) Never eat your own food. It may taste just fine, but Lord knows what’s in it. 3) Avoid dish duty at all costs. 4) Keep your friends close and your 12 gauge closer. Follow t...
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    I will miss you, Daddy, until I meet you. When you come back, we can play. I can show you all my toys And you can tell me stories. Maybe then Mommy won’t cry as much. I will miss you, Father, until I meet you. If you come back, we can hunt. I can show you all I’ve learned And you can s...
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    I can see you Yes, I can see You, great Cyclops Blinded by men Blinded by pain I can see you In the dawn light Staring after Odysseus Unseeingly I can see you Humbled before Your only lord Hands in the air Face to the sky I can see you Now crying out “O hear me, lord!” A...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    Miles and miles of unending green, Draped on the shoulders of the rolling hills, With crisp horizon lines cut bold and clean. Stalks bow, servants to the wind’s wanton wills. The sun hangs in eternal burning blue, Banishing dreary rain of yesterday. Land blanketed in vibrant, living hue, ...
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    Reflected in the window My fingers danced and flew They leapt and jumped and swayed To a song of love renewed Reflected in the window The piano sang a song A song of mercy praise A voice that does no wrong Reflected in the window The keys moved up and down Weaving notes between themsel...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    Moving back to his clumsy desk, he begins to work with practiced, empty precision, not knowing or caring what moved through his hands. He thought about time. His mind strolled along the lazy path of memory, remembering his calculations, ideas, perceptions of time. He kept moving, going still father ...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    I never met you. I never got the chance. We were like a relay team, you and I. As soon as I arrived, you… went away. We might have met, eventually, but when you left, you went to a place where I can never reach you, until an angel comes to take me home. For now I must be content with looking at th...
  • Nonfiction > Memoir
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    I’ve punched your shoulders, I’ve rubbed your shoulders, I’ve poked your shoulders, I’ve fallen asleep with my head on your shoulders. But now I cry, with no shoulders to lean on, because your shoulders are buried 6 feet below the ground. Your shoulders are rotting beneath the dirt and the t...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    We went to the White House in the pouring rain. We stood on the cloudy sidewalk, staring up at the skim milk pillars and craning our necks to see the door. Standing and standing and dripping and dripping- we waited. Chloe was wet, so I shared my umbrella: a domed semi-sanctuary. But her mother broth...
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    I am glad you are not here To see me trip and stumble. You would not like to here The vile words I grumble, And you would not like to see the tear That slips down my cheek as I fumble…. Above all, you must not know the fear That chokes me as I crumble....

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