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Maybe It was the Rain

Maybe It was the Rain

A Poem by Andrew Nelson Stewart


Love and much more what meets the eye when such an old world is said so many times.
like son

like son

A Poem by Brian L


I am my father's sondrunk on cheap scotchand guilty of murder,except I have only murdered myselfwhich is far different than any VietcongThis is why we..
Friend of the Family

Friend of the Family

A Poem by LaToya Martin


I love youBut yet I hate youYou are the hope of my futureYou were my guidance in my pastMy father despised youBut my mother adored youYou were her wil..
Guzzler

Guzzler

A Story by J.Enko


A wine that tastes too good to be true enthralls Ketra and her friend Ketsu as they try to grapple the struggles that is: senior year of high school. ..
jaundice

jaundice

A Poem by s


There is nothing artistic about the thin plastic water bottle filled with moonshineThere is nothing poetic about the blood-red cheeks of a shadowy wom..
Chapter 22 – Alcohol, Drugs, And Angry Misery

Chapter 22 – Alcohol, Drugs, And Angry Misery

A Chapter by Oscar Blomqvist


Everything is relative, you’re incredibly affected by what you see and hear around you. And in London, there was a lot to see and hear.
 23. The Towel that Slipped

23. The Towel that Slipped

A Chapter by Peter Rogerson


THE POETESS Part 23

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