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  Lunch

  

  By ericschultz94, Clarkston, MI

  Bouts of retching laughter, he shouldn't have gone there Why eat? My appetite is forfeit Warning: “Pasco, leave, save your poor innocence” An annoyed reply: “It's already been sacrificed” Satisfied by a response, I don't want to face the frown of my disappointed Better Judgmen...
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  The Desert Changes

  

  By ericschultz94, Clarkston, MI

  Heat waves sweep patterns in the cold, desert sand. The rolling grains buck and twist As they are scooped up into the wind’s gentle embrace. The Traveler staggers forward and Stumbles with the grace of a dancer, As his shaking body is buffeted by the sand’s violent kiss. The Sandstorm ...
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  A Barlow Knife

  

  By ericschultz94, Clarkston, MI

  With its worn handle and rusty blade, I held it in the palm of my hand the day after the funeral. It’s weight heavier than before, My perspective changed. The familiar stamp of the manufacturer, Now foreign and unclear; Grandpa’s knife was in my hands. He only used it to pick his nails...