Riddled in between the shelves of my mind, I keep a piece of you. It’s stored beside the memory of strumming a simple guitar chord…
Prose & Cons
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“More coffee?” I ask loudly to the man on the other side of the counter. Still no response. I see a couple of my regulars…
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I thrive on positivity. However, the connotation of ‘positive’ has been tainted. And I hope for a negative. My family and I have been…
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Goldenrod air spirals and drifts between us, Winding itself lazily around the stems of ironweed and Indian paintbrushes and tiny English daisies I slid in…
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“Do you think you can climb out the driver’s side door without cutting your palms on glass?” the police officer asked, ”Or do we need…
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I was once forced to take a babysitting class in middle school and it was one of the weirdest experiences of my life. The teacher…
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One does not have to be Nostradamus to predict that every person of color will encounter a slur in their lifetime. Lord knows I have.…
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Brutal. That was the perfect way to describe this summer. Brutal. The air conditioning in the apartment complex I lived in decided to cough out…
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The ceiling above my head won’t stop dripping, and ghosts hate visiting when it rains. I’m painting my nails on a careful stack of books…
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It was one of those sticky summer afternoons when Tommy and I first challenged each other to eat lemon slices. We’d been trying to kick…