How could we be lost when we were on the conveyor belt of life? We cruised in the fast lane heading towards high school graduation…
Prose & Cons
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Galaxy goddesses: their nightgowns are woven from collections of constellations and trails of comets; their eyes burn like sun; their crowns are made of…
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Grocery store aisles Squeaky clean idiots looking for some answers Weed and Pokemon Go A game that tears throats out Cinnamon sugar pita chips Conversations…
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southern baptist cult school, third grade, 2009. you are submissive. We had a guest speaker at chapel. The man (the speakers at chapel were always…
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I somehow appeared in a room some would call a Section 8 Hobbit hole. I mean, it was compact, contained, cramped and, well…small. No matter…
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I was the captain of my ship. I promised nothing to no one but the sea, kept my heart in my chest and my chest…
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Where are you going? Stay a little longer Your nightgown flutters at your ankles, like weak, broken-winged, white butterflies The blue roses on your gown’s…
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Like all good stories, mine began with a flash of light. I was sitting in my garage like usual, right? I was underneath a car,…
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It’s a vicious cycle of wanting to fit in… wanting to stand out. Those arbitrary “rules of society” may try to force conformity, but you…
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A Blistery January Day Today is just like any other day in Ithaca. I get up, toss on a light jacket and make my way…