History forgets us. We are cold, dead things, brittle bones in homes of silt and dirt. We are relics of a time I can only…
Prose & Cons
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I remember Driving To my nine-to-five job Glistening With sweat from the sun Beaming Down on me in my car. I remember Peering Out the…
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Every single day of every single year of school until college I wore a uniform. When I’ve mentioned this to people, I receive a mix…
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This war will haunt you a year from now, ten years from now. Or it might not haunt you at all; there might be none…
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Tires on wet concrete highways, shiny and sleek, jolt me awake as you swerved to miss the pothole. Mileage climbing higher on your ’98 Jeep,…
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Hungry feels good, deep in my stomach making snide comments about my lost feelings of love & lust. Hungry laughs as my love & lust…
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Morning Daze The air meets you at the door, a cool embrace tightens the skin around your bones, sprouting subtle bumps to prove it. However,…
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i can cover my body in stones painted white a damsel in a corset laced tight i can polish my teeth just right a dog…
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I did what I usually did when I came home. I grabbed what hardly passed as my dinner and opened the back door. My barefeet…
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A game of musical chairs could go one of two ways with Rubin Grayson-Merriweather. Either he’d be high as a skyscraper and stumble his way…