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  That Chair

  

  By BrattieBroonet41, Natick, MA

  In that chair sits a fountain hairdoed infant with her chin hanging low, tunnel ready for the next cargo of mashed peas and sweet potatoes. Maybe if she’s lucky, banana. In that chair sits a D+ student with his eyes narrowed and brows furrowed, scribbling cos²? + 2sinX, thinking up an...
• Opinion > Sports / Hobbies
  Cracking the Shell of Chick-Lit

  

  By BrattieBroonet41, Natick, MA

  How many intellectuals do you know who would label the chick-lit genre as anything more than a guilty pleasure? Not as many as those who would recommend Jane Austen, George Orwell, or William Shakespeare worthy of your leisure time. The chick-lit genre is not filled with prim language, socio-politic...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Florals

  

  By BrattieBroonet41, Natick, MA

  Let's sew your patches and my patches together in a quilt- a ten square year quit- looping hand in hand through the heart of the holiday's, slowly pulling our thread through birthdays and reunions of growing family and friends. It will warm those lost to us a long, long time ago. I'll col...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Where Hummingbirds Perch at Night

  

  By BrattieBroonet41, Natick, MA

  Moms and Dads link arms; a meshed net that endures natural disaster and contains ignorant daughters – comparing glass lips and bronzed cheekbones – and sons who waste the earliest hours neglecting human nature; reiterating parasites birth defects chronic illness symptoms of skin cancer cau...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Savour the Lullaby

  

  By BrattieBroonet41, Natick, MA

  The world is unexploded, but it’s waters are contaminated with the chemicals of a war-plagued nation which stain their tongues black and bleach their knuckles, and combust into a strengthening desire for a legacy of their homeland that now teeters. Each belief grinds friction into the desert...
• Nonfiction > Academic
  I Thrive For It

  

  By BrattieBroonet41, Natick, MA

  I’ve been a young girl giving her baby up for adoption. I’ve been a homeless man saving pennies in a styrofoam cup for a new pair of shoes. I’ve run away from home in the middle of the winter. I’ve served the whiskey to an alcoholic. I’ve been born a twin. I’ve committed suicide. The g...
• Fiction > Romance
  With a Cherry On Top

  

  By BrattieBroonet41, Natick, MA

  An hour and thirty four minutes passed between when he slammed the door behind my back and when we entered the ice-cream parlor hand-in-hand. The first fifteen minutes were spent driving to the hospital. I steered with my left hand. My right was limp in my lap as I tried to relax every individual...
• Poetry > Haiku
  The Color Spring

  

  By BrattieBroonet41, Natick, MA

  The pond reflects stars, trees blossomed with Spring rustle, the blind man walks on....
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Blue Lips and Rhombus Eyes

  

  By BrattieBroonet41, Natick, MA

  My reflection is perceived as distorted and inadequate. I want to peel off freckles and pluck out eyelashes; Send them off in a sealed envelope without An address, or any marking from the alphabet. In today's society, the qualifications to be seen as “beautiful” Have erupted to features and...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  For The Faithful

  

  By BrattieBroonet41, Natick, MA

  There is a night where the tails of shooting stars Spread pastel angels across the black canvas. There is a storm where a bolt of lightning is the Flash of a photographer, blinding the Ferocious and abusive; Capturing the artistry of the innocent. They are a faith given to those Whose lives...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  .You.

  

  By BrattieBroonet41, Natick, MA

  Don’t you Ever wish you Had an undo button? You. The Runaway. To fill the footprints Frozen in the crunch of fresh now. A trail And a path. Size eight Heeled boot. Square toe. To suck in the clouds Of your breath left lingering Over the heads of dogs With their uniformed. T...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Last August

  

  By BrattieBroonet41, Natick, MA

  Sunlight reached into the room Its veins bending through the glass, Watercoloring an aura around his fist-sized head like a helmet. A football player he will be. Strong legs that have been running in place for months conditioning himself for Friday night games under the lights. The st...
• Poetry > All Poetry
  Days Gone By

  

  By BrattieBroonet41, Natick, MA

  Squeals echoed throughout the neighborhood. Running along the side of the house was a girl. Seh was young, her hair curled with blone, crystal blue yes, and those dimples in her cheeks, Whose only fear was her mom Finding her Crayola artwork on her bedroom wall. Chasing after her, not far beh...
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  Under the Evergreen Trees

  

  By BrattieBroonet41, Natick, MA

  The crickets sang the harmony. The owl hooted the chorus. The moon tracked them as their own private spotlight. Chills tickled her cheeks giving each a splotch of pink. The clouds of their breath kept a melodic beat as they danced under the Evergreen trees. He dipped her so low that her...