Starting with my dad, people have been telling me to Stand Up Straight all my life. He told me. The Army told me. My friends told me, and probably a few enemies. No one ever told me how, until last year, when my chiropractor was moved to show me a little exercise in which I […]
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Silent Listen February Fury Bare Frost Forts Snow Owns Read Dear Literary Art I Rely Enchanted The End Can Insight Things I Admire I Dream Sabra Spedilari is 23 years old and from Colorado. She is studying English with a literature emphasis and is an
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You’re often beautiful but overwhelm space, showing up where you shouldn’t be: corners, cracks, dreams. You overgrow, mocking ivy. A lovely imposter trickling across the yard in need of thinning. I pull you from the beginning. Your carrot lifeline nubby and tender. It’s hard to tell your potential. Whether you would fool bugs and protect
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My father wants to drive. Maybe an old Lincoln, tool around town, Pipe clenched between gums. He wants to stop at a drive-thru, eat a burger if he has a mind to, listen to talk radio with a dog in the back seat. My father wants to accelerate, smoothly merge, blinkers blinking, elbow propped in
Orson Scott Card, known for his award-winning novel Ender’s Game, has achieved unusual notoriety for a bestselling author. While many readers praise Card’s writing ability, they sometimes struggle promoting his work since they disagree with his views on gay marriage. Gay rights activists have boycotted Card’s work on multiple occasions, successfully keeping a Superman story
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Cold as a dry cube of ice sticking to my tongue, your eyes freeze me in suspended animation, the last vestige of a misbegotten effort.
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