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There Are Borders Here, too!

There Are Borders Here, too!

A Chapter by Cody R. Rathkamp


August 06, 2013
The First Autumn I Knew

The First Autumn I Knew

A Story by Antoñyo


It was the first of Autumn, and I had no idea what was in store when she suggested that I walk off some nervous energy. City boy in the..
petroglyphs

petroglyphs

A Poem by Dana Alsamsam


if the beaded velvet of the night skyis not holy wateri see no reason to be baptized.with the ebb and flowof the moon tide over our bodiesthe archaic ..
So Long Eighteen

So Long Eighteen

A Poem by PaperMush


Dear 18, see you in memory
THE END OF AUGUST

THE END OF AUGUST

A Poem by rutherford


Even the sun seems lethargicA runny red yoke, reluctant to riseIts tired rays bathe the street in sepia and melancholyYour lush green lawn of Mayis no..
I HAVE A DREAM (Echo)

I HAVE A DREAM (Echo)

A Poem by poetdoug


This is a prayer in Memorial of the August, 1963 speech Made by Dr. Martin Luther King
What This Summer Gave Me

What This Summer Gave Me

A Poem by kera moondust


Summers over and I'm in San Francisco have a poem about it =)
Accident

Accident

A Story by someoneweird


I cried the most when you died. After everyone left the funeral, I stayed, knelt at your newly dug grave and sobbed. I couldn't bring myself to leave ..
Lies of a Brooklyn Teenager

Lies of a Brooklyn Teenager

A Book by Ajanae Thomas


Here We Meet Rashad. Rashad Falls In Love With A Thot From School Named Tamia. Now It's Up To Rashad To Stop All The Mayhem That This Girl Has Cause..
November

November

A Poem by Authoress


You said you had to "find yourself".
Summer

Summer

A Poem by Zen


Sweat gathers at my pits and theBack of my knees.It dries sticky.Upon my browMore sweat beads.My skin is clammy,But I pant.My room is a makeshift saun..
August

August

A Poem by thatemogirl16


I've never liked the month of August, so it's kind of like a ranting poem and all of the pain it's full of.
Blue Eyed Liars

Blue Eyed Liars

A Poem by kera moondust


Well I guess August doesn't get better after all.
You have never left the building.

You have never left the building.

A Poem by HereComesTheSun


A poem I wrote on August 16th 2014.
Late Summer

Late Summer

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


It has been beautiful, late August, full moona million crickets followinga million fireflies in June,a million May peepers. Immersedin insect, amphibi..
The Writer Working Hard

The Writer Working Hard

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


This morning I put the apostrophe inand this afternoon I took it out.Oscar Wilde's comic witabout the writer working hard.Revision has lately become t..
Under-sky sleeping, bone keeping

Under-sky sleeping, bone keeping

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


In the holy spotwith the sitting rockthere is oak. Outwhere humans livethere is shagbark hickoryand maple.Ants climb the rock.August, and young birdsa..