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“a plea”

maybe you will want to love another more than you could love me. so i ask of you, please do not let her name be written at the end of your...

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Two Tall Women in NYC

Losing my identity was not in our plan. Mary and I came to the big city to celebrate finishing our books—my psychological thriller and...

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Vestal Valentine

What love I’ve known I found on knees, by chance between iniquities. Fingers confined a backwards prayer, cutaneous chants without my...

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Please Pick Up Your Trash

A cigarette bowed from my lips, burnt on one side as I sucked, to even embers. The alley painted with ‘fuck you’ was where I went with...

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WANTING

blindfolded adrift on a wave of lust shameless consumption grows strong in my desert that turned to dust slinking past watchful eyes...

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The Tapestry Of Our Lives

Art lives inside the silver fox gray of an unruly beard and disheveled hair reaching for the clouds Bringing them down in a floating fluff...

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Nectar of the Extreme

unwind the gossamer binding tare self imposed chastity to shreds slip inside finger my essence rattle my being genuine appetite disclosed...

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Death’s Mementos

Mom woke me up late one night by rubbing my shoulder and whispering: “Whit, get up. There’s a full moon. Come into the living room.”...

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Angry Woman

I am an angry woman, not pretty angry, not cute angry, but dragon hungry angry, lipstick smeared all over my face angry, twilight dying...

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Her Side

There are two-sided arrows pointing toward her spotted heart, a restless one and a mournful one damned one for her lover of the cracked...

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Found Wanting: Burning With Anger, The Hidden Truth of Eating Disorders

At my childhood best friend Ashley’s house, the pantry was big enough to sit in, and when we were bored, we did just that, eating...

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A SURVEY OF THE FEMALE EXPERIENCE

The rib never fit And the apple had worms Fig leaves are for fools shaming the Triangle of life Caves sheltered as long as you brought Down...

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BEGUILE

You are under the mistaken delusion that you are still capable of beguiling me. Oh no, that ended years ago when first you thought to...

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Beige Violence

this abuse didn’t come in black and blue. his fists never ricocheted off her veins as they spiderwebbed into plum colored welts,...

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Weapons of War

I wonder about fistulas and how a pocket of flesh is made from violence / how a coin purse of feces and urine and discharge holds the...

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Some Language is More Equal Than Others

My no means less than your yes. My no to you perhaps means yes. My no is up for discussion. My no can be persuaded or explained away Or...

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Mindscape of a pregnant girl after the death of her lover

Paris, France 1920 AT last! They’ve left! They think that I’m asleep! They think that they can rest from their watch, but I know...

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How to Prepare

Pull your hair tightly into a high pony tail Make it tighter still. There is something to be said for immaculate strands and their fraying...

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dear shelley: (the one who says I’m a whore)

not shelley, +++ the one I taught +++as a 6th grader not shelley, +++the one I know +++from chicago but shelley, +++the one from ohio...

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She Still Stands

Stalwart she stands, Vestige of an age-old battle. Despite upheaval and storm, She can’t be kept down. The jealous threw rocks in her...

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The Color Code: Underwear, An Invitation For Sexual Misconduct?

“I see London, I see France, I see [child’s name]’s underpants!” (unknown origin) A familiar childhood chant, guaranteed to wreak...

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Good Girl

Go ahead mark me with your stain, claim me as your own Boisterous bravado, you think you have it made. I am a good girl, never would my...

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Rumi Lovers

He can move in and out of her as Rumi lovers do, the type of lover who knows your body before he touches, the sort that knows everything by...

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Downfall

begin to constantly wear your disguise crown of thorns dipped in red, dangling above your head. no trace of purity or sacrifice. your name...

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CHRISTMAS: A SUMMARY REPORT

8:00 am  I cannot believe I am showering, getting dressed, and putting on makeup at this ungodly hour on a Saturday. I would have had...

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All At Once

It was winter. The boy…young man…child… (he was all at once) sat on the frozen ground in the middle of the football field looking up...

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