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She had found her brother. Under that oak tree they had always climbed on hot summer days. He had told her always, “I wish I could fly. Like a bird. You know?” She never knew what her brother had meant. But she always promised she did. And, oh, how Mike would laugh at her. “No, Mary, you don... - Poetry > All PoetryHe has carved the psalms into his biblical face, knowing and preaching to those who would listen. I found him waiting in the mountains, alone but for the words he wrote himself. Eagerness, he said slowly and carefully, makes fools of us all. I asked him how long he had hidden ...
- Poetry > All PoetryThe keys were glass Yet reflected like mirrors All his scars and wrinkles His rivulets from dried tears. His weathered fingers were placed upon That first, beginning note. Memories were resurrected From the piece he once wrote. The joy, anger, and fear, The despair, hope, and glee, Th...
- Poetry > All PoetryYour sly smile explains your knowledge; nirvana creeps out of the slanted corners of your lips. And they open so slightly, releasing portions of enlightenment carelessly and thoughtfully. Your cosmic words awaken the slumber of my soul, flaming fervor throughout my bones and veins. ...
- Nonfiction > All NonfictionSometimes, there is someone that has never been seen and only heard of, yet I felt like I knew them better than anyone. Sometimes, there are some people that I never met and yet I knew better than my own friends. Sometimes, those people, when I actually met them, disappointed my dreams of them. I ...
- Poetry > All PoetryA crowd gathers to watch the paper crane floating by on an aqua pond, aquiline noses tilting down to observe its carving path. I heard once that if there were one thousand paper cranes that you folded by hand, your dreams would come true. I remember once I told my grandmother that. I heard...
- Poetry > All Poetry“Wherefore art thou, Romeo?” And in the silence Broken only by the wind’s painful howl I’ll cry, scream, shriek out “Wherefore art thou, nothing?” And nothing will answer me In its most basic bitterness By its acidic silence...
- Poetry > All PoetryLovely humerus, tibula, femur, all piled in a heap of ivory exhumed from the frame of crumpled skin, wasting away to a fine powder of grey and silver. Faded into ashes and swept away into gusts of wintry air. Left alone, the pile of lovely bones, alone and solitary i...
- Nonfiction > All NonfictionMaking cookies for Christmas is not just a pastime in my home; it is a religion. Even at the young age of three, I realized that what others merely viewed as a giddy time to carelessly fling sprinkles over bits of uncooked dough before popping the tray into the over was nothing of the sort. It was...
- Poetry > All PoetryThere seems nothing left Only a cold gray stone For a cold end That left me all alone But one cold gray stone The most significance holds It leaves all fond memories Your legacy unfolds You only had one life Little time before it was done You had only one chance And it only took one ...
- Poetry > Free VerseFeet dangle inches above Tantalizingly taunting … They strive to graze the bicycle’s pedals, Just as my hands strive to emerge From the lemon yellow dress You handed down to me. My slow growth is too far behind Your quick judgment, Constantly comparing a hazy reflection To that black an...
- Poetry > All PoetryPulse of the neon lights reflect on a soup of snow and grime, a black ice. Christmas strains struggle to hold onto the alleyways, screaming over the screech of car wheels losing control over the sheets on the ebony streets. The secret hopes written on the backs of bar napkins and b...
- Poetry > All PoetryShe heard the ocean in the echo of her blood that coursed through her extremities pounding She felt his blood pumping from across the darkness She felt him slipping, physically, mentally, pulling his fingertips away, gently, slowly, delicately She felt her life’s hopes gently coursing ...
- Poetry > Free VerseThis moment is: lying on our backs under velvet skies with crystal chandelier drops. And as it passes, as it ends, as quickly as it arrived, I will be able to turn To our impressed forms And feel the heat that radiated from our pores. Until one day. One day, I will no...
