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  • Poetry > Free Verse
    what’s music good for? music is good for rainy days and sunny days. spring mornings and summer evenings. music is good for falling in love. and for falling out of it. music is good for mornings when you break your phone and lose your wallet and rear-end your teacher in your pa...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    What does the Depression mean to Me? Just words on a page in a history book. Black and white photographs, of men I don’t know, standing in lines for bread. The Wizard of Oz, FDR, and a quiz I didn’t really study for. My dad says Grandma is a child of the Depression. Born in a ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    death doesn’t come like a thunderbolt to children. death is a whisper, surreptitiously stolen from the shadowed face of an adult who doesn’t want you to be afraid. that murmur sinks like a fly trapped in honey, lethargic, struggling to the center until you know what it is, this ter...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    My aunt calls my Grandpa Atticus Finch. The greatest respect she could hope to pay him. Just like the rapist who painted a fence. The defenseless, defended for a fresh coat of paint Built his Legacy. My mom calls my Grandma if time permits. Grandma told Mom She didn’t need colle...
  • Nonfiction > Academic
    If a person were to ask any child about sugar, the child would probably tell them that they can’t get enough of it. On the other hand, if the child’s parents were asked about sugar, they would most likely say that their child needs to eat less of it. The common consensus among parents is that s...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
    The walls do not confine me here. They stretch into the sky: Walls of the cathedral that Nature built. The sun peeks over them tenderly To wake the vibrant canyon up. This place is no labyrinthine expanse; It is a familiar hallway. The river’s bends are as well known As the sidewalks I s...
  • Reviews > Book Reviews
    The Great Brain by John. D. Fitzgerald When book lovers think about the “Wild West” as a setting for a story, they most often picture striking desert landscapes, rowdy mining towns, cowboy gunmen, and the name “Louis L’Amour”. In a Western novel, they want action, excitement, drama, ...
  • Poetry > All Poetry
    He pulls the cover up and strikes the keys. The dissonance, and melodies opposed, Gold matches glow inside his soul, detached, And fire begins to blaze in the window. The waltz with clashing chords starts through the snow His lonely hands in octaves sinuous. The walnut stretches up its sinu...

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