For a basic (one might suppose inherently neutral) law of physics, the phrase has nevertheless garnered a lion’s share of unfriendly users in the low-rent back roads of the vernacular. Many among us, in truth, would far prefer the virulent lash of a “Bitch!” or a “Bastard!” to being leveled by the […]
a particle of truth endured in my sea of fiction somehow it called to you and you heard identification demands recognition the most fundamental of forces refuses to be denied unencumbered by fear we dance on our own frequency in a universe that knows no time *** An eternal student, Jacqueline Rivas is happily retired
A Response to Frost’s “Mending Wall” Sorry I weren’t in a talking mood when we was fixing the wall. I was pretty wore out from helping Hiram cut stove wood after his boy sawed off his hand and died and my son’s wife run off again. Don’t think Amy ever will git over losing that
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Hairbrush in her right hand, Cell phone in her left, Where she left her common sense Is anybody’s guess Trying to turn the corner Steering with her knees – Here comes Miss America In her great big SUV. Can’t laugh without a laugh track, Can’’t sleep without a pill Running on the fast track But
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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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