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I can’t believe how empty this house is without him. Standing here at the stove poaching eggs for myself seems so different now than when I knew Richard was upstairs. I keep catching myself listening for his footsteps on the stairs, the rattle of his keys, his voice coming through the sliding door... - Fiction > Realistic FictionIt was hot, that I remember. Sweat dripped from my chest about fifteen seconds after I took a shower at base around 0600. I rubbed my hands over my army-cropped hair and pulled my one clean T-shirt over my head. Loud pounding on the door almost made me jump, but hearing Bryan’s voice yelling on th...
- Fiction > Historical FictionIt was my grandpa’s funeral-- or at least, everyone was wearing black. But this funeral had none of the tears and whispered comments about how “He’ll be missed.” In fact, nobody even seemed to be grieving. Everyone was laughing and telling jokes and carrying golden, bubbly flutes of champagn...
- Poetry > Free VerseIn today's society, nobody appreciates fine art except the fine artists. That is a truly depressing idea. For the sick the dying the starving have only been infected and murdered and starved by lack of art in the world. The people who pay the artists don't even appreciate fine...
- Poetry > Free VerseWe’re late waiting-- everyone else has already begun. Sitting, standing; the blue roses have been plucked from their thorns and replaced on the bushes-- tied with a piece of pink ribbon. Running into this place, seeing it again-- observing. Not much has happened since the last time. ...
- Poetry > Free VerseBlackout. The cast runs offstage for one last scene. I sprint to the greenroom, tearing off my hairpiece and casting off my gloves. I pin on my crown for one last dance. We wait, hidden in the wings. Watching the epilogue to our lives for the last four months. This is the end. I adju...
- Poetry > Free VerseTiny snowflakes swirl with the whisperings of Shakespeare. Tragedy of death. Comedy of faeries. Swirl, swirl, swirl....
- Poetry > Free VerseThe fiery eyes of red have naught to do with the cold, slippery purposes of purple. Of the grey ice that chases the golden leaves, only one survives. And it is neither to sun nor moon. Neither the man nor woman. Neither the mountain not forest. Neither to hands nor teeth. It is only the ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI wonder what it would be like to write an entire life in poems. Scrambled, probably. Mixed up. Like the pages of a book that were all torn out then put back together. Who knows? Certainly not me. For what do I know of the private life another beyond the phone calls and rose petals and d...
- Poetry > Free VerseOne at first. Then two; gently they swirl down together quietly. Silently. They call upon the others now, this frosty king and queen. they call upon their faeries to follow them, and henceforth they come, dancing and sparkling in the cold, still air. they land separately, privately; but...
- Nonfiction > Memoiri sit down, out of breath like i’ve been running. i can hear her voice in the background as a few tears come to the surface. “Did you see that? Isn’t it amazing? She didn’t even blink!” A tear falls down my face, running, running as quickly as it can away from my eye where it has been kept...
- Poetry > Free VerseHe looked. She met. He moved. She glanced. He teased. She smiled. He complimented. She blushed. He asked. She accepted. He led. He held. She placed. He stepped. She twirled. She laughed. He stopped. She stopped. He looked. She giggled. They climbed. They loved. They woke. They kissed. They dressed. ...
- Poetry > Free VerseDarkness, the final breath of the moon seeps into the river and waits. The trees are unaware at first still in hiding from the dark vigil that is night. A whisper carries on the wind: It’s coming. The river murmurs to the rocks purple imitations of life mixed with green and blue: ...
- Poetry > Free VerseTthose words Shook the earth Rattled the chandelier Jostled the mountains and yet you just sat There calm, composed while they spelled out your Death sentence you shouldN't be dying yoU should Not be Dead inside Already your heart Ripped a p a r t your blood shredded l...
- Poetry > Free VerseI'm lost in the world around me the world has turned its back on me with no explanation and no map of how to get back to civilization not even a scratch in the dust Black trench coats Brown boots laced tight against my kind US those between thirteen and nineteen the te...
- Poetry > Free VerseToes taped Ribbons tied Muscles flexed I’m ready to fly We are at the barre Extending Dipping down Raising our legs far above us Attitude First right Then left Circling around Smiling at the mirror Develappe I grasp my foot And raise it High above my head gritting my teet...
- Fiction > Historical Fiction“Don’t it ever bother you?” “What?” “That your girl be white.” I looked over at my two-year-old daughter playing with pebbles she had collected from the river bank. She picked them up one by one and dropped them into an empty glass jar. She looked up at me and smiled, her ligh...
- Poetry > Free VerseI’m a shadow that’s what they’ve made of me nothing but a glimpse a skeleton I am a shredded soul I am a shadow girl like so many others around me we are the walking dead we are the shadow girls every day the take more and more of us they take us to the gas chambers to kill the ...
- Poetry > Free VerseI’ve run as far as I can But I haven’t gotten out of this town Not Really Not Yet Everybody is at home Except Lori Lori is Gone She’s gone already To New York I hate this town I’ve decided I’m leaving After junior year And I won’t look back Dad’s inside the freezing...
- Poetry > Free VerseI am a sort of golden-yellow Like sunshine Like honey. I light up And laugh And smile And create ...
- Poetry > Free VerseYellow and orange Dance The summer dance Between the branches Of the trees In the moonlight They spread warmth And light The music stops Orange asks yellow For another dance The courting couple Dance on the rooftops on homes Children and parents Come out to the Yard Mouths ag...
- Nonfiction > HeroesIt’s not easy to pick up on a place and leave. It’s not easy to turn your back on your family and everything you’ve ever known to be reality. It’s not easy to leave your home, especially for a place you’ve only heard of, and opportunities only dreamed of; all for a crazy dream of there be...
- Poetry > Free VerseBrush Brush Brush The toothbrush scrapes Along My teeth Buying me time To think Keeping me away From you Dab Dab Dab My face wash A cleanser Cold on my face Simple Pure Keeps me sane The longer I Take The longer you Have to wait I like that The minute I step out ...
- Poetry > Free Versewords words whip around me like snowflakes like leaves caught in a hurricane wind words words pile up inside of me in snowdrifts in leaf piles with no one to jump in them laughing words words want to escape me like birds like bees trapped inside a hive but they can’t no...
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