By Christian Cassidy-Amstutz You came home late last night, opening the door to the fridge so you could see what you were doing by its…
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The smell of artificial butter in the hallway and the burning gasp of vodka then whiskey then beer and vodka again while the cold in…
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Goodnight To the people Through the walls Around me I can hear the creaking Of your bodies The rustlings of your sheets The twice damnable…
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Kids, today we have an important lesson. A lesson reminiscent of grade school, a vocabulary lesson. Apricity. Appreciate the word first for its sound, how…
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The world around me is breaking Slowly dripping then sinking into a ground that has been too oversaturated with the realities of our lives. So…
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So you stand, Stillness against the darkened sky, Drawing in the street’s passing eyes. Does it cross your mind Perhaps one day to find yourself…
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Lights hung dim and low in the arcade where the air reeked of low hums and the methodical tap-tap tapping of buttons, eroded concave by…
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So you stand, Stillness against the darkened sky, Drawing in the street’s passing eyes. Does it cross your mind Perhaps one day to find yourself…