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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I. I was on first base II. Griffin was going towards home Sometimes I fall in love just because I like the way the sun hits his face III. I did not feel carsick I have been known to fall in love with strangers. the man sitting next to me on the subway looks nice: I have placed his nic...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    My tires are crunchy on your driveway; your father’s scruffy chin gives me a smile. Welcome home, I think he says. The warm musk of wood is like a soft kiss. I reach for the doorknob; the door is light and silent. You’re not there, but it is still your room. Your brother is there, his cheek stic...
  • Fiction > Romance
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    The place where the sun still tasted green, and the butterflies threatened to leap from my throat, that is where he came to meet me. At the sun’s mercy, I fell to my knees, sat for a bit, and my stomach began to hurt. I thought a lot about how you knew how to hurt me. The reality of the situation ...
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    Your mouth is the bitterness of Earl Gray tea. Earl Gray is better with cream and sugar, like those sun-bleached footprints you left behind. Earl Gray is floral, like the song of that time you almost suggested we go on a picnic, just to enjoy the softness of each other’s hair. You are Earl Gray: a...
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    Rain I am sitting by my window taking notes on the way the sidewalk kisses the rain, when I realize I am sad. I found out today that like perfectly mussed hair and the pink of a rabbit’s ear, rain does not stay for cocktails after dinner. Being the gentlest, rain leaves the bed cold, leaves her...
  • Fiction > Sci-fi/Fantasy
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    There are people on the Golden Gate Bridge who are sad. A man forgets how to eat an ice cream cone. His lethargic tongue swirls and mounds the single scoop of strawberry that he's gotten every Tuesday from Mr. Farmingdale since he was a boy. He is wearing a sharp suit. It hangs on him like a towel o...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    I promise to surround you with beautiful things with overbloomed cornflowers and gnarled toes and do not forget: with beasts on my shoulders, I will rise. I’ll peel away the veils of gold-dusted grasses and salty skies and when you find yourself losing yourself to the earth, I will c...
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    Forest, you are no longer standing on my welcome mat Bees are rising, sun is shining, petals flying to the city Make chords like that, make me imagine being invisible like that. Our summer knew watermelon, freckles, and backwards caps He has a good voice, and I feel guilty Forest, you are no ...
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    The sheet bled red Cried blue Peed yellow Onto mother’s lawn. That was my bed sheet and now my mattress is bare How long must I bear The cold satin and sad springs. The clothesline is thin and weak, I’m afraid. There was no time to go to the store, Already, the oppressive air had presse...
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    Like your mouth. Earl Gray is better with a splash and a half of brandy Like your cracked feet on the sand that one time. Earl Gray leaves a desert on the tongue. I can feel the mountains and valleys of my tongue. Earl Gray is floral, Like the perfume of that time when you almost sugges...
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    She doesn’t need to breathe all the time. She doesn’t even need words half the time. She buzzes electric. Machete in your left hand, Crossbow in your right, We go on a jungle adventure. Your silver nitrate stained fingertips leave chills like crumb trails along my stomach just in case we ...
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    I. the rain thumps along the screen door creating a steady head bobbing beat as the men in suits zip down the rain slicked streets in early morning. Listening to slow jams and power ballads, he dreams about a woman that is not his wife. II. The chalk shopping mall is connected to the ch...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    shutters blow open and closed. the wind outside is so strong so why don’t your ears blow closed The air is tomato soup you know Don’t jump in that puddle, this is a new coat. She throws the screen away. She leaves it in the street. She says she likes all of the air not just the juice o...
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    My friend, This is 17 years in review. I want you to have telescopes for eyes To look past the cloudiness of the skies And nod slowly when you finally See the things that you know were never there. she put our mind games and secret languages to bed tucked them under the covers, murmure...
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    the rain thumps along the screen door creating a steady head bobbing beat as the men in suits zip down the rain slicked streets in early morning. the bed sheets are bathed in orange cooled by those determined drops. I tried to catch it. you know, the magic of it all, but it squirms and wiggl...
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    aviators perched atop a mustache wrinkles tucked under a hat hooked nose squinting at the sky belching rolls laid flat under curly-cues electric hair and tired eyes, both in pairs challenging eyebrows made soft against a blushing blouse bow legged stance supports a happy belly and round sm...
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    the train arrives so you stare into their hurting eyes whizzing past but you have to stare even if it hurts your eyes until the train is gone and the air envelops you lifting your hair up into a ball a crescendo into a gentle release....
  • Poetry > Haiku
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    bridges fully consumed with the dream across the water forgets she's on one the cemetery dancing in the park still as stone, bright with roses dearly beloved holland tunnel eyes to the sky, we come up for air, breathing the fresh, smoky air...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    the plane fusses like a baby bouncing roughly over the clouds until she gets her way. climbing higher, she finds rest and glides. snoring, she is lost in her dreams, twitching occasionally to remind us she is alive. there is a blinding bird's-eye view with tender clouds that promise t...
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    I am big in the world. I mean, I have eyes that look where they shouldn’t, and ears that listen to what they shouldn’t, but hey, that’s me. And sometimes, even I need a break from shaking my fists at the sky...but hey, doesn’t everyone? I am that girl that mumbles, that hates herself for nev...
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    Cascades of gene expression with the nudge of your soft lips on my hesitant forehead protein products of one set of eyes, melting the very ice that is my guard Genes activating another set of hands, guiding the small of my back into you genes, and so on, are a common theme in confusion. Dev...
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    Anne A tomboy She wore tatty jeans, cuffed ever-so-slightly Never skirts, or tights, or heels. Her flaxen hair beckoned anyone and everyone The air was choked by the blanket of raging testosterone And envious estrogen. Inhibitions gone as those tatty jeans Glide down her hips Swan-divin...
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    She was so full of laughter, she let it spill out of her. It rushed and crashed down her shoulders like a waterfall And tried to collect at her hands But her hands, Palms to the sky, were simply too small To contain a laughter of that nature. We splash and play in her radiance, Desperate t...
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    When does c o r a l cease being 5 scratches of a yellow no.2 pencil? Does the heartbeat of my label reverberate, gushing into the cerebrum of those who listen, Leaping, bounding over images of the lolling sea creature to land on my face my nose my eyes Or is it like a slot machine does th...
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    Clutching our bellies after a warm, sumptuous feast that with drowsy smiles, we claimed could only happen on weekends. we’d say our empty goodbyes, knowing we would return soon. the door would open, the cold air would rush in, desperate to taste the warm notes of apples, five-spice, and ora...

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