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Soccer Girls They say it is proof that attitudes are changing when
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MoonMoon floats by scales float by silver of sun and ocean—I close my eyes in silhouette, perfect stillness
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Lady Liberty Wants You
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Mark's FuneralI went to Mark’s funeral. We had been the same age. His sister called and asked me to attend and I was picturing the chubby fourteen-year-old she used to be and how we found her annoying but she always had that authority over us. I still couldn’t say no.
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Bury Me DeepBury me deep in the tall meadow grass
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Cartography of Dreams1.
By the time you arrive I’ll possess night in my hands. It carries the sleeplessness of the rooftops in its peak, the distant humidity of the streets that lack your footsteps. I wear wings borrowed from tonight, and retain the warmth of its arms for when you come to sleep later. Come: Tonight, we dine on the moon! The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Stains of YouIf my glances were a canvas,
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The UrgesWords by Andi Chrisman Image by Fabrice Poussin QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note and Content Notice: The author is in recovery now and doesn't feel "The Urges" much anymore, thankfully. my skin is itchy
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Not EnoughFirst, let’s acknowledge this was not our plan,
we who do not believe in fate or cards, though, in all the cities in the second largest state, we would wind up in the same place. It must mean something, we say; they all say. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
A Cold Night OutOld men sleep toothless
at the local motel, and in thermal underwear. |