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A fairytale this thing called home: a shrine they keep that you’ve outgrown. They lure you back, a feast, homemade, with sugar cookies,...

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The Hungering

She does not notice him watching her with her friends. At late o’clock he swoops, grinning, then kissing her intently lotharioesque,...

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Waves

Another wave hits the shore. It scrapes the sand and I think that perhaps it’s wanting to be home. My mother always used to tell me that...

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I Don’t Want People to Talk About Me the Way They Talk about Dorothy Allison

Woman with crooked teeth smashed one over another from an accident causing neurotic self-awareness.   Woman whose belt loops have come...

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Fear

We have a common enemy. It is faceless. Animal. Instinctual. It’s been hired, like a hitman, by those who know it’s power. It disguises...

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Gin Fizzy

Smooth when your fingers run up my thighs even if there are little callouses on the tips The kiss of death from steel acoustic strings...

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Miss Congeniality

Sundays I travel it’s visiting day time to see my fair little friend who lives in a place of maximum security no chance of parole. Before...

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Distillation

20 drops per minute. Until the liquid turned vapor leaves a residue so intoxicatingly flammable, everything smells like risk. She said,...

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Temptation

moments like these make me speak slowly naked independence a modern day David salivating over a million Bathshebas naked temptation the...

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When I Climbed Trees

When I was a girl, the worst thing I could imagine was being alone yet, here I am, sweeping through each day without benevolent counsel and...

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Prosper

We raise our hands at the sound of the gun. We stand still waiting to be called on, but the race has already begun. Time ticks slowly, as...

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CAMPFIRE

We spent that first summer together hiking and camping, pitching our tent on the smooth ground, gathering wood for our evening fire. We...

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Shelf Life

Do what you want with me Run fast and hard or slow and steady I will be keeping father time so that you might forget Then you won’t have...

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INCANTATION

I want so much to serve with this magic you have given me these words that will reveal how much we have done how much we have learned from...

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Claudia

First prey then predator, princess from plague of corpses, rats — white cross/black rain. Wood rot, footsteps in smoke, cadavers...

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Thirteen

She tells him she is thirteen, And he tells her that she can keep her shirt on when they fuck. She walks by the coffee shop that is no...

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Magic

You give me so much more than I asked for I was a child once with sunshine in my eyes and dirt on my bare feet running past sprinklers...

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Hit Like a Girl

I’m proud to be a woman. I’m proud to fuss over small details, like my eyebrows, or the way you drive. I’m proud of the women before...

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Crash Landing

The entire city was asleep, as if everyone had fallen off the edge of the universe. The sound of the fountains was heightened by the night....

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Podium Hopes

Para mutual relay race Often ends on twisted ankles Mississippi River finish Photo op, fine way to end this – Sore loser, I am,...

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Writer Secrets

They strobe like the lights of fireflies in the summer infused bits of lived magic exist between the words and lives of persons non-living....

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The Hypatia State

My father said, “You will be a perfect human.” And I wondered, as a child, if I was not human, was I serpent, perhaps? perhaps circle,...

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I See Her

I see her wavering on the cusp. I see her reckless ways, I see the myriad of her facets, She is a diamond with serrated seams I see how she...

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FOR LEASE

Have you ever felt like your body was a commodity Maybe they just want what they think they deserve, Fuck everyone else had a piece of her...

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Billy Graham is Dead

I sit in my mother’s lap and she cries, my father is enraged, my younger brother promises he would never ever treat a woman badly. He...

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On Omniscience and Decay

It is excruciatingly painful to be self-aware – to know your own flaws to the see the morbid direction in which you are willingly walking...

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