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My lIttle brother is ten years old. He doesn’t wash his hair enough, and it’s always drooping into his vision, getting tangled in his lines of sight. The greased strands winding disruptive coils around middle school future and tonight’s long division. He always has his smartypants on, and he w... - Nonfiction > Memoir“What do you want to be when you grow up?” “I want to be my grandfather.” We all want to be our grandparents. When we knew them, they were old, wrinkled, and smelled of sharp tobacco – whether it was forced snugly into their bottom lip or packed into a gentlemanly cigar. Their clothes we...
- Poetry > Free VerseOne. Family photo beside the Christmas tree, crunchy wrapping paper and baby was in a red, felt Santa Claus hat. Mommy cooked dinner and danced to Madonna. Four. New house. Big hill, big eyes and a secret place behind the fence in the back yard. There's lots of hairy poison ivy vines. They feel ...
- Poetry > Free VersePopular wears jeans With goose bump holes flashy stitching that costs as much as my shoes, Stilettos walking on knives Knee length Scarves that float like there’s a breeze Coming from the clack clack tile floor But I know that I would fall. Beautiful’s hair is straight hard from too ...
- Poetry > Song LyricsA child’s teeth Like the special china guiltily shattered on the kitchen floor Snapping ribs Louder than imagination He’s had enough And let him go. The deadly dance thought would end But the drumbeats were so loud And he was so different. We swore to ourselves As if suddenly we’d be...
- Poetry > Free VerseAll that we’re going to be Is the excess That we forced in our pockets Left behind in dirty theaters sounded like spare change we didn’t give to homeless man the junk that we don’t talk about pretend we don’t notice that hid in mothball eaten sweaters that were grandmother's ...
- Poetry > Free VerseLies don't hurt after too long spoken with hungry eyes and empty bellies. Nevermind the crying nights left alone for lies to rot in stagnant pools of truth Forget to keep want apart revolutionaries jailed hope to come against; the falsities spilling lips like madness. Can't stop...
- Poetry > Free VerseSince the day you forgot We were meant to be I’ve felt something like disgust For beautiful. When you said I was special different and I was the only one for you But I was just green-eyed phase that danced you into a stupor forgotten like pennies heads down. Real skin rivers Through d...
