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I was five when I heard those gunshots echo across townIt was a hot nightJuly of ‘96The bedroom window was openI was cuddled up with MomShe was ..
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Obstacles are meant to be overcome.
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On a highway day drive in April, I befriended a June bugWe got off to a tumultuous beginningI flicked him out the driver window, but he stuck around f..
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She sat, darkness dousing the sound of her own pounding guiltThe devouring sound came from a wound within -- a wounded wombShe swam from day to day by..
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Earlier today I went downtown,found a bench, sat down, looked around,& realized I didn't know anyone.I'm a stranger, surrounded by strangers, in t..
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We are all icebergs.Some of us float, others don't, but all of us are mostly submerged. The immensity of our submerged selves can only be guessed at b..
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The dimming candle is a flickering light fixtureShadows dance across the walls"Only the brave acknowledge the mixture..."The thought tosses & turn..
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It is so hard to acceptthat of which I wish to suppressThe longer I hidethe further I regress...* * * * *Stutter?M-Me?Maybe.But truthfully,honestly,so..
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Through the wall he could hear the contained, clangorous sound of his sister vomiting into a pan;through the window, he could hear his dad’s tru..
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Relationshipsare like tectonic plates:sometimes they shift,and when they do,it shakes the groundbeneath you.Realizethat this is just a simile, though,..
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