The contents of my cup swirled and twisted, as I held a half empty bottle on the hot porch steps. I was alone, feeling the heat from the sun, the grill and boiling arguments. Every nerve in my body stressed itself and I felt my nerves about to burst. I pause all voluntary movement with the intention of revival.
Prose & Cons
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she said she believed in Angels
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If I could sacrifice my present to the ideal, I’d want a window seat as my shelter. Quiet and warm. Quite warm. I’d spend my…
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(The Astronaut Sons, Strangled by their Fathers in Preparation) i. The Ausable River, 2010 There have been times lately when I’ve imagined drowning, and where…
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By Megan McGinnes She doesn’t know how she let herself get to this point. Jen’s hair, originally tightly wrapped in her usual bun, is free…
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By Greg Burns Memorial january third tet offensive mistakes, this is bullshit, this is horror this is ground beef violence, fought in the forever wet.…
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peeling back layers old rotten seasoned skin scraping away old membrane in place for the new the untold story secret center core prize not worth…
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By Kristiina Korpus Everything was still. Only the occasional drifting, whispering wind across the open window told me of a world outside the sweet warmth…
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By Colleen Cunha Two thirds of the time, meaningful events in your life won’t happen on a single digit date. The next time it’s the first,…
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By Emily Brown They who float about the day seamlessly lazing down a river where their comatose minds cook the vegetables within their Ralph Lauren…