when i was younger, i thought “lost at sea” meant someone who had flown a little off course sailed their ship into the wrong group…
Prose & Cons
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His lips were kind, whispering sweet nothings wishing sweet dreams. He took my smile. …
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i. Do not fall in love thinking you’ll float. Ready your limbs to drown in its fickle waters. Perhaps stuff your pockets with rocks so…
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The other day I saw someone flying down the hallway. He stretched his arms out in front of me, fingertip to fingertip with muscles furled…
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i. How to forget—how to bury nights so deep in your bones that even you yourself question if they really existed at all. Like those…
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we need those fictional heroes of negroes we go to animation & tv shows to build our egos lookin for black people whose blood aint…
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The place where one lives, where the heart is. Why would I call that place home when for eighteen years it was everything but? Home…
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Sundress and Overalls make their way down the dirt path, hand in hand. The lush green trees surround them and the sun peeks through their…
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When I was a little girl I often found myself sprinting to the beach moments before the sun set behind the Verrazano bridge. My chest…
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I woke up this morning to huge, white clouds outside the window with no mastery over their bladder. My bed felt a little damp and…