an abecedarian Are we ever really lost, or are we just waiting? Biding time, Counting hours, counting days, counting planets Delaying til the last moment,…
Prose & Cons
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Close my eyes and count to ten Over and over and over again As words slide on the slate of my mind And don’t take…
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ten she enjoys the simple luxuries: coke in a can, yellow straw, from the musty smelling cellar her grandmother keeps clean. twelve playgrounds still excite…
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I’m going to throw up. My teacher paces, her eyebrows pinched and nose scrunched up like she does when lecturing, and now, she’s going on…
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Consider if you will…baby teeth. They could be seen as precursors to growth and revitalization, but more realistically are motile, sharp bones that shiver into…
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Some say the worst way to die is drowning. With drowning, the pain is slow. As you languidly submerge, minuscule air bubbles disappear from your…
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The pounding. The slow, rhythmic beat invites an ugly, industrial breakage of sense. Reality melts around me, suffocating the seizures of intense imagination that now…
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i don’t feel God when i go to church. i don’t feel spirits rise and sink within the marrow of my bones and blood of…
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Several summers ago we rode our bikes around the cul-de-sac Our wheels would jump off the cracked pavement For a moment, we were gloriously airborne…
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i think that i saw you. through the closing doors of the metro i just missed by a minute i think that i saw you.…