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  Protest

  By Allison L., New York, NE

  Looking up at the sign whose wooden post her hand was clutching, it seemed to her that there were no legible words, only a splatter of bright, garish color that blended together formlessly. Her body jerked with the movement of the crowd, simultaneously breathing in the righteous air that coated the...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Father

  By Allison L., New York, NE

  We look into the mirror as the mirror looks back at us, reflecting one and the same. There is no doubt about it, I am yours. Darkness sprouts from the top of my skull, cascading down past my shoulders. My eyes bore into the glass. The ceiling has come undone, as simply as I dreamed it would, ...