“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said sucking in a breath, lips quivering as though he was sipping on the frosty night air that…
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She sat down on the bench in the subway station and rubbed at her calves. Traveling to the city had made her exhausted, and the…
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I greet my mat My soul The things that pour out of me Opening each pore Finding tears sometimes I take shape Yoga Is the…
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you won’ a town to go to but not to be in. you won’ get yer hands round’ her neck. you won’ be ditched out…
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Sometimes I sit on the moon, who also sits, but in the anesthetic space of time, and I take off my rose-colored glasses when I…
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The great fallen magnificent in their death throes; flimsy beacons of a cold decay. The retreat of green against the coming of the frost. A…
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The city. I stared down at it through my window. Blurs of red and white sped by, drivers and passengers headed somewhere else. I started…
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Your love has made me despise the rain How it sounds like a crowd’s steady cheering Against the roof and the gritted cement And how…
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“One. Two. Three. Four. Five.” Annie’s fingers circled her soapy head over and over. She counted and whispered the numbers quietly, the hot shower water…
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A few months ago there was a dance, and I had a ball. Oh … It wasn’t very fun when the dance was actually in…