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Why Poetry?

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Pensive, he looked away as if trying to find the words that, maybe in his mind, would not offend me. His shoulder touched his chin… Read More »Why Poetry?

Pretty Even

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She remembers the times he rubbed it all in her face. Car payment, shopping sprees, fancy meals, his fancy place. Every argument led to one… Read More »Pretty Even

Rejection

Like an ice injection in the blood vessels of someone with Raynaud’s; That is rejection.