We all sat there on the grass. The sun was still out in its early September manner but was hidden behind a few clouds almost…
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I am the spirit of pollination that possesses the birds and the bees, the winds and trees to revitalize the earth. I am the spark…
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I have known the wild vastness of the night in el pueblo When he’s drunk and he’s dangerous and he’s throwing bottles of presidentes against…
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Sometimes stuff happens, tragedies you can’t control. All you have left are memories of the good times, the jokes, the days spent. But the memories…
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One night, Ida sees moonlight leaking through the window past the fluorescent television screen mounted to the plain, cream-colored walls. It digs its ephemeral hooks…
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How to Sell Your Self-Esteem to an Abuser
by Andrew Hinkley May 1, 2014“This is the third time, why do I keep letting this happen?” “You’re not letting it happen.” You were: boring, didn’t give enough, selfish and…
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Writers are supposed to dwell Hunchbacked in the shadows Hidden in the corners of coffee shops and cafés Sipping our lattes with frightened lips Observing…
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“Catch me if you can!” I yelled, running into the forest. “Bailey, wait up! I can’t run that fast!” My little legs pumped and moved…
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And on the Moon, It was Midnight
by Christian Cassidy-Amstutz May 1, 2014Goodnight To the people Through the walls Around me I can hear the creaking Of your bodies The rustlings of your sheets The twice damnable…
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I’m throwing away my umbrellas Because rain is my skin’s baptism Cascading pearls bathing cotton armor Ah blessed be this twisted ocean Where divine meets…