Category: Creative Writing
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The mutual poet and I wrapped our scars around rainbows like barbed wire cuts of rust wrenching the tears from the colored spine like lemon juice or the salty water from a baby’s crushed ice face. The mutual poet and I stayed up all night, for three nights, maybe a…
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When one is inside a living hell one begins to wonder if life really is hell and that we are living as damned souls rather than breathing beating flesh
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I come from a place not known a high hill tucked far away behind the sugar plants and the factories belching out babies in bleached Red Radio Flyers
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+ Alone, Baghdad, Iron Cross, Magic, Moon, Paris, Prose, Red Radio Flyer, Web, Wizard of Oz, Writing+
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You invented lovelike dragons spit firethe longing when you are gone,is an immediate reactionI’m drawn to your eyesI’m drawn to the night the full vibrato of darknessthe stars splashed so randomly across the universewe can touch them if we try Candles melt away so quickly herethis otherworld, this neverwhereWe are…
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Gracelyn Polk was on her stomach on a small bed in a girlish bedroom of pink. Her legs were bent upward at the knees behind her, socked feet crossed, as she lazily flipped through a teen magazine. A Who record spun on a small turntable in its own red box…
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CEREAL AFTER SEX 