Sticks and stones may not break my bones But they sure as shit Can’t make a nest Without what comes naturally Chickadee, chickadee …
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I stood outside the building, feeling like some shit-eating, hard-boiled detective I’d seen before in an old black-and-white film, my overcoat billowing in the unwelcoming nighttime air.…
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To the ones who stayed with me for reasons that need not be mentioned —and to K.Flay for Can’t Sleep The air had become as still as most…
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Around and round We go here and there Over there and under there Hand in hand Where are we going? Neither of us knows Let’s…
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I’ve always wanted to shock and awe I’ve always wanted to look pretty I feel pretty So very, very pretty It’s unconventional Still have that…
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Do it for her That’s what I tell myself What I’d give to be in her world Hear her thoughts Hear her voice I already…
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Heaving, shaking, to-and-fro Back and forth, side-to-side Hold my hand through them Everything is cascaded in neon green Yet you are illuminated in that bluish…
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The writer stumbled out of the den and into the alleyway. He appeared to be struggling to light the pipe hanging limply from under his…
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Billy Lemon was the first to strike the ground with his shovel. The dirt was fresh, but not fresh enough. They were in for a…
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Parvathi dabbed her forehead with a wet washcloth and glared past the sun’s beams at the rickety sign her father had put up thirty-five years…