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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    ¿Qué quieren beber? What you want to drink? The small, worn-out woman with tired eyes and dark hair asks us, as we peel the laminated menus off of the plastic table. Just ag-wah, says the Gringo who sits across from me. I want to bury my face in my hands, to slip down down down beneat...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    I don’t know if you can hear me right now, but I have a feeling that you can’t. I’m sure that instead you are putting in one of your eight-hour night shifts, too busy to think about me or about home or anything besides the two pork-chops, medium-well, for table eight. The last message you sent...
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    The end of the line is a dream unrealized that dies with the consequences surrounding it. The end of the line spins out rolls over becomes a fiery crash site that is the top news story on channel 6 at eleven o’clock. I will never allow myself to reach the end of the line. And if I do...
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    Us Weekly tells me that I should not be satisfied. My hip-bones do not assert themselves like twin mountain peaks, my a** could be considered a continent unto itself, and my breasts are entirely too small. Us Weekly tells me I have nothing to be proud of. Us Weekly insists that my tastes ...
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    I saw Sean Penn outside The United Nations, calmly smoking a cigarette, and soon everyone noticed. That guy over there, he looks like Sean Penn. No wonder, he IS Sean Penn. Can I take a picture? Ssh! Don’t stare. I think he noticed us! Like so many celebrity wh*res, we noticed. ...
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    Betrayal: At it's most basic form- when your mind knows to stop but your mouth doesn't care. Insert foot here....
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    don’t don’t don’t don’t go because you have to. I’m like you in that I don’t want to have this con ver sa tion right now either. so don’t go unless you want to. don’t, don’t stay, though, because if you really loved me (if you REALL...
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    Everybody has that one song that is totally unique to them, and when one is able to share that music with another, the feeling of pride that comes with sharing such a private and personal experience is a singular one. I've been in need of such this feeling for a while now, so I went through my ...
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    Frustration: When it's seven o'clock at night and you're told that the first good idea you've had in three hours is the epitome of cliche...
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    First thing about him- his voice. It fills the car as a husky tenor or sings you to sleep in a distant memory. It stretches in a room, grasping for that unclaimed ear, that sought-for attention, the next canvas on which to spin his story. The voice is strong, and it raises In excitement a...
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    Somewhere in urban Michigan Among the foreclosed shacks, The cracked pavement, The American cars There is a tiny rental That holds more memories of me Than I of it. Now, there are trikes on its disheveled lawn, As a dog warily eyes all passers-by. My dad speaks fondly of The neighborhoo...
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    It’s not abrasive, brash, tactless Not a torrent streaming, Screaming- Violently and rashly- It’s none of these. Rather, It’s a cool, cool river Subtly smooth, rippling While seamlessly working its course. His fingers dance, Sliding erratically, yet with utmost precision, Down t...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    People watching is one thing, but people watching with a notebook is something else entirely. I sit and wait in trepidation for the suspicious glares, the looks that will turn from glances in mild interest into guilt-inducing stares once my subjects realize what I’m doing. They never come. Instead...
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    My mother has always prided herself on being a sadist. For as long as my memory holds, she has had the uncanny ability to pinpoint every embarrassing moment I’ve ever had and run with it. And it’s getting worse as her talent rubs off on the rest of my family. I am now the butt of all my family...

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