Poetry


Salt

Salt A small mound on the table, crystals tumbled. A heaping helping. Not just a condiment; an enhancement, making each flavor it touches louder and brighter and More. It’s in us, in our blood. It sends an electric signal through my nervous system, shouting the...

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Just Fine

Had a love once But it didn’t last We were way too young Moving way too fast Cruising along Our sails we’d cast Then the storm rolled through And shredded the mast Wondered where We went wrong Realized our bond Was no longer strong Just blind hope Mixed with lust Love...

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Depth of Pure Blue

The waves move along in sync with the wind the smell of sea salt is in the air. There is a lighthouse nestled along the bay as the sun rises we prepare to sail away Grabbing ropes and pulling sales turning the wheel and freedom in the air a burst of wind gives the...

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Captured Moment

Captured Moment The sun beats down with gentle kisses on my face. I lay on a soft cotton blanket, which only exists to argue with the dry grass that insists on making my skin itch. The flowers are proud, reaching up towards the sky; Their scent is unfamiliar, and the...

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Endless Hope

Jenna Ralph When there's no end in sight That’s where you’ll find me by the sea-shore When the waves crash down so right Starring up at a dark gray sky, cryin’ oh what a beautiful night You're love for me grew a bore When there's no end in sight In places no one can...

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Sweet Dreams

Sweet Dreams I stand under the night sky and ponder, life always seems so small beneath the stars. Insignificant, I stare with wonder sitting on the wet grass I count my scars. I lay back and breathe, trying to forget. Sweet dreams find me, please never disappear....

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Halloween

Night is dark and moon old, Here be the spirits, The graves are their cradles; And blessed earth is in our bones. On these lonely grounds, The dead find it fitting to visit. Now the wolf howls, Now the bat takes to leathery wing. At last the cold blows - the haunting...

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Stay Golden

Stay Golden You are the warmth residing in my soul The musical dance of each seasons beautiful glow The gentle feeling of a ring of my left hand You are the golden sunrise over a little dam Your rays are bright and full of life That combine with others to inspire...

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Life.

i believe that everything happens for a reason, & i believe that we shouldn't give up, even when beaten. i believe that following your heart is the only way to succeed, & i believe we should take only what we need. i know that what doesn't kill you only makes you...

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I try to forget you

I try to forget you, I try to push all of the memories away: the laughs and the tears, constantly on rewind, stuck on replay. I miss the way your lips taste, the feeling of your skin against mine, miss the way you could make me laugh without even trying, feelings I...

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Prose


Tåget till mot…

My mother was in her late 30s when she had me. My dad was older. I don’t know much about their relationship before me, but I think it was rocky. Neither of them expected children at that age. But then I came, and two and a half years later my sister. I woke up earlier...

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The Night I Turned to Sand

          The sheets rested roughly on my tired legs. The sensation was irritating. My skin felt dry, the way it feels after a long swim in the sea. It was as if the ocean had taken the moisture and left only salt behind. The top layer of my body crusted like a dry,...

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A Tribute to Dell

James Eyring On August 25, 2010 my heart was breaking. I had just called a good friend of mine who is a veterinarian. I spoke to him in a shaky voice and said, “I will be at your house in half an hour.” “What time is it?” He asked in a voice heavy with sleep. I said,...

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Nightfall

Patrick Corr Daily. A constant parade of guests to the bedside, the same narrow people and the same mindless conversation. How are you, does it hurt, do you mind, can I sit, do you need help, where is the nurse? And then? I’ll be back tomorrow. They were never back...

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Up Before The Dawn

Dan Menon As Alice stepped out onto her familiar dock, with the dawn behind her and the early morning symphony of birds’ songs tapering away, she dug her toes into the old wood and took long, desperate breaths of the moist, dewy air. But it didn’t fix her the way...

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Watching a Movie

Fatuma Hydara It’s dark. I’m alone, or more precisely I’ve stopped noticing those around me. I’m sitting on the edge of my seat . . . unable to breathe, not willing to blink, eyes riveted to the big screen in front of me. ‘Oh Shit,’ the breathless scream echoes loudly...

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Behind The Bus Driver

Diandra Garcia Meet Alberto Santiago. You’ve probably seen him perform at your local community theatre or on television’s “Law & Order” on NBC. He’s probably even given you a ride somewhere, too. “Good afternoon! Rough day?” were the first words my friendly Wednesday...

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The Problem With Curiosity

Melissa Capozzi Just behind the sprawling plantation where Lewellen and Lucas lived, laid a grave of overgrown trees. The woods surrounding the children’s house was home to dripping moss, Weeping Willows, Elders, and Ashes. To escape the southern heat and their...

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Another Day

Tiara Torres Another day, Esme thought to herself. After finally opening her eyes, she rolled over and looked at the clock on her bright, yel­low wall. She couldn’t help looking at the picture of her and Jason underneath it. She acknowledged that it was noon and...

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Look Up!

Diandra Garcia “Fuerzabruta” is an experience, not a show. You don’t have to be high on shrooms or LSD to enjoy this show. You don’t have to be a certain age. You don’t even need to understand it. You just have to be able to stand for seventy minutes, look up, and...

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