The waves wish and wash over the grains of sand, whispering secrets as they kiss land. “Hush, hush,” they say. My…
Prose & Cons
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i. Falling, falling slowly. An uphill battle within my mind. Crawling, crawling quickly. Through this space to reclaim my life. I never knew what to…
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today, i lift my eyes towards the sun. i recall watching your hello transform the light into a tender orange. today, i would like to…
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stripped seems too harsh a word to describe how life was taken from you. the angel came hovered by your hospital bed. a bed i’ve…
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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…
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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…