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…
Prose & Cons
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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.…
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Iridia was frankly astonished she had been invited in to sit at the governor’s table. Her usual procedure was to sneak in. The man himself…
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I. You expect to go to college and leave it behind. You think it will always be there for you, like a book you can…
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I am Africa Listen to me yearn for my brothers and sisters of the past and present With the rhythm running and beating through my…
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How would you like it if someone attributed you to another person that shares your skin tone? You would feel horrible, right? I wonder why…
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How are we supposed to live if everything is YOLO and we all suffer from FOMO? At what point do we stop, slow down, and…
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You came to this town in search of a book. Well, many books. Classics, mostly, first editions and originals. Your family didn’t really care what…