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Cathedral

Poem In the park, Which reminds me of The Luxembourg Gardens trees swell with bursts of cadmium fires Windswept branches sway like Burnt-umber menorahs under the Weight of lamp-black snow The fluttering of countless...

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Beat

Short Story Where I come from, people have two heartbeats. One that belongs to the organ that pumps blood through our veins and another that belongs to someone else. It’s always with us, thrumming in...

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Dorian

you seem an unreachable, lingering thing like a wisp of dream smoke between that moment of sleep and awake that moment when my eyes flutter open to my sea-foam green room that moment when...

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Unannounced Departure

There are fresh mouse turds near my workstation, beside piles of excess papers next to Jaimie’s former workstation. We found out that she took a position at Briarcliff schools last Friday. Jaimie had urged...

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Fingerprints

“There’s something inside the walls,” Steve whispered. He leaned closer, ear nearly brushing against the faded, salmon wallpaper. So close, he could feel it through the miniscule hairs on his cheek. Breathing slowed to...

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God

Poem   Gold, bright, I shield my eyes. It’s here? What now? I didn’t count on… Crushing. Reasoning. Oh God, Oh God… The black velvet, I smiled. No tomorrow, just this… Delicious. Devouring. Oh...

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Hinterland

You There As I see you from this close I can imagine worser things still within my mind But you may like that It’s unfair that one should be left so broken and away...

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First Morning, School year ’14-15

Almost an hour later, the coffee maker still gurgles. Evening crickets slowly stop. Morning grasshoppers pick up. The sky brightens. Soon enough, I’m ready to shower. Another work year begins, yet I still sit...

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Coyotes

Short Story   Dad said he heard Coyotes around midnight every night. He slept on the couch a lot, which made it hard for him to sleep. The television would be on quietly until...

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Nostalgia

Poem   My eyes are always searching, see again this endless blue. Was it real, was this dream true? My fingers want to touch again- warm and golden sand, Feel it’s pulse, rhythm, life....

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Líneas

The crowds gathered for the keynote speaker. A dark stage and maroon drapery were the only obstacles between him and and his eager audience. He appeared to raucous applause and noticed how they were...

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The Blaze

Today there was a fire in Williamsburg A huge storage facility went up in smoke 200 firefighters fighting the heat against the January cold As ash filled the air with the familiar smells of...