Without a Name to Hide Behind - Samantha Madway
Your bare, my bones— we’ll never break even. You pronounce repressed like capital offense. You stomp and slam and seethe, take a...
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- Aug 30, 2020
- 1 min
A Baking Recipe or Something - Henrriot Jean-Baptiste
Moments from the past are precious specimens. Yet, like mold they eventually fester and spoil swollen mounds of dough prepared to rise...
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- Aug 30, 2020
- 1 min
Chutes And Ladders - James Penha
In the game I played an error— merely a slide—an amusement—in an evening’s topography. But you grew up elsewhere—in a country where...
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- Aug 29, 2020
- 13 min
Acre Of Moon - Lou Storey
Parental guidance was redefined in our household. FAMILY was just me, my sister Lynn and our father Punch. Yes, Punch, like the puppet...
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- Aug 29, 2020
- 1 min
dry eyed, but - Shantha Bunyan
today | even though i have not cried | i feel wrung out | like a dirty dishrag | used and tossed aside | and though i...
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