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Fiction Piece: “What the Night Brings”
What the Night Brings She had fit herself into the corner, back against the wall. Blanket stuffed into her mouth to stop any sounds that might escape her. Anything could set them off. The tiniest whimper would bring on the snarling and the snapping of their big jaws. She was so, so tired. It…
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Poetry Piece: “If My Vagina Could Speak”
If My Vagina could Speak She would tell me that she is the “mouth” of my heart. She would say I have fed her rotted filth masquerading as food, for longer than I want to admit. She might ask me, beg even, if I could sample my lovers first, if I could at the very…
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Poetry Piece: “Close Your Eyes”
Close Your Eyes Machine guns gleam and jackboots click Vacant eyes blink back tears Tiny prisoners caged for slaughter Welcome to America, welcome to your new home Vacant eyes blink back tears Under flood lights blinding bright Welcome to your cell, welcome to your new home Piles of children spilt on concrete …
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Poetry Piece: “Escuintles”
Escuintles Have you met the dogs In the De Young Museum? You can see them Behind glass In the Mesoamerica Room; it’s almost like A pet shop. Olmec, I think, they’re Like chihuahuas But plump, The color of dust. My favorite Is scratching At…
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Poetry Piece: “Unforeseen”
Unforeseen The poison apple provides ample rest for Snow’s strength to return and certain vision to coalesce. The prince’s kiss, electrifies; yet what seals the deal is her awakened personal power. From glass case made for her slumber she rises and strides to the cottage alight with wattage disallowed before her nap.…
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Fiction Piece: “Dear Hearts and Gentle People”
Dear Hearts and Gentle People He watched his girlfriend from across the room as she laughed with her friends and nearly spilt her ridiculously expensive cocktail on the table. Her clumsiness made them laugh even louder, and the hair she had tucked behind her ear moments before found its way back to the…
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Fiction Piece: “The Back Bedroom”
The Back Bedroom Alyssa lay back on that crummy couch as if it were the lushest lounge in town. She lit the joint, and inhaled, as if it were some divine dope-of-the gods from a warmer, kinder climate. I loved watching her smoke, particularly when she was dressed for bed, her luscious mouth sucking in…
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POETRY: “your two big toes”
your two big toes the gate’s frame heaves and hoes depending on the season in winter, snug and resistant like a pill bug rolled up tight, looking to tuck to a soft warm side rib then in summer blooming loose, an open laughing game can’t catch my running smile but love, me I am all…
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POETRY: “Celia”
Celia I feel very connected with you, as I am writing this but also reading this for the first time, just like you. And you, will you be cared for by Iaia, as I was, as a little girl in Rio, where my crazy flower of a momma left my father, the man in the…
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