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Arsonist

I see a corridor and I see it with all its edges. I throw a burning ember on the wooden floor and the mustard wallpaper suddenly shudders;...

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Right Here

The April Mom died, I resisted going East, believing that if I didn’t go, she wouldn’t die. I did not want her spry, wise, funny light...

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Five Year Gap

Five-year gap It could have been ten, I was so young then Just sixteen, you were just ‘old’ Policing my youth, like you always knew...

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Laughing with the Sinners: My Life as a Jehovah’s Witness

By the world’s standards, I was a good kid: I didn’t smoke, I didn’t drink, I didn’t do drugs, and I didn’t get into trouble with...

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Splintered

until you splintered under my skin, and the blood rushed to fight infection,

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Free Bird

He had already locked the front door so she couldn’t escape, couldn’t open her cage. Perhaps he uttered a prayer to whomever murderers...

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Every Woman

I like to read books and watch the sunset pull dirt out of sentences.

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Checkmate

Johnson's eyes darted across the room. He spotted a middle-aged blonde, a teenager wearing bright, purple lipstick and a black young man...

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Garden Of Solitude

I was always choosing between a relationship and my cherished and essential alonement my connection to Self denied for dozens of...

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Waif’s Fear

Words fly on the midnight sparks They land sideways burning our dust I stand on the edge, my breath a stream My step a noose, a lonely...

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Tempter Scenario

However clear, it is always unclear to hit the mark of unquestioning compatibility that will some day make history in the circle...

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West Of The Deuce

The town was Show Low named for a poker hand way up in the White Mountains of wild western Arizona how very ironic we met in a poker...

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Do I Have To Tell You?

I was so stupid when I found out I was pregnant. I had no idea. I was 14 years old. That I didn't know missing my period meant...

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A Woman’s Choice

But in just a few seconds, the test showed positive. Yes, I was pregnant. I called my mother at once and told her everything. Fortunately,...

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Twitter’s Echo Chamber

I began tweeting my dislike for the president and even made a few replies to his public tweets. One tweet, in particular, annoyed me. He...

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Still Waters

there is so much beauty and so little time which makes me tearfully treasure the breath of life and your sun kissed shoulders and...

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Shelter

This is my muted voice. This is a language of my own choosing. The kind that pulls me away from people and erects walls in the vacuum of...

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It’s JUST a Measurement

If we allow the weight of that emotional baggage to tie us to that measurement, then it can do damage, then it means something, then it can...

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The Time I Tried Botox

I think of all the women I admire most in my life, the ones who smile to expose years of laughter at the corners of their eyes or the sides...

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Apathy

Turning in on itself, turning out reflecting images of men, transforming into disgust.

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Getting To NO

I stared up at the drifting clouds remembering that sticky-hot cloudless day, steaming asphalt, the girl in the on her bike, screaming,...

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The Burdens Of Childhood You Can’t Outgrow

As a small child, I tentatively reached my feet toward the floor apprehensive of the crevice, the mere inches where darkness bleeds...

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Faggot

The raw emotions continue to be painful. I’m still spazzing. I’m still distraught. I’m still frantic and furious. I’m working hard...

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Sanity

When the silence starts to scream, when the pain starts to demand, I search for a crowd, one that can distract the deafening silence.

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The Perils of the Business World

I touched upon my entire anatomy of silver ribbons and glittering intentions and deep black tar of unidentifiable insecurity without first...

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Skipping Rocks

The most beautiful moment I had in college (aside from the day I bought myself a vibrator or learned to make poached eggs) was when I went...

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