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  Ephemeral, Eternal

  

  By RenaZoe, New York City, NY

  In the blink of an eye the world has turned. An abandoned child has wished upon a star, a cat has yawned and arched its back reaching infinitely forward with surgically declawed paws. A cactus has pricked itself and let out a cry, in this city one hundred men have died, ninety-six infants ...
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  Painted America

  

  By RenaZoe, New York City, NY

  the paint is cracking it's nothing too obvious just little spindley zags racing across the whiteness, width of a spider's leg, scuttling across the length of the window ledge my mother is embarrassed she looks at the wall shakes her head we need a fresh coat she says. (there isn�...
• Fiction > Realistic Fiction
  Hands

  

  By RenaZoe, New York City, NY

  Rough-hewn, tough. God carved my hands from granite with no marble sheen. Leathery, weathered. My granddaddy said he knew, soon as he first saw me outta the womb, I'd have a farmer's hands. Digging in the dirt the minute I could scramble from mama's arms. Calloused, practiced. I built...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  in•fin•i•ty (n.)

  

  By RenaZoe, New York City, NY

  we try to give forms to formless things in the curves and angles of the letters that represent them and in the shapes the mouth fluidly takes on as it molds the words into existence, into what’s comfortable. how strange, that such mind-warping entities can be casually tossed around out ...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Lavender Plastic

  

  By RenaZoe, New York City, NY

  Lavender plastic, once a pendant hanging from a child's wrist, a child who had received a birthday bracelet in her favorite color and promptly lost it on an ocean dive Lavender plastic, but with the multifaceted glint of diamond a perfect bead, freed from its elastic ties, confined on...
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  Ode To The Tardy

  

  By RenaZoe, New York City, NY

  I have never been a particularly punctual person. The self-righteous numbers of the clock sneer tyrannically from their executive post on the wall. Who voted these curvy characters into office? Sadistic six lounges with her mouth gaping open in laughter all day mocking our toil in this twiste...