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I said, “I love you.” I said it with the undulation of my first and seventh tentacles and my steady gaze but the tiny biped understood. I could tell because it loves me back and hearts joined speak a common language. I’ve never been in love not since my mother. Mating is a thing apart
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Hushed explosions and rapid gunfireLeak out from the living roomRap rumbles Upstairsas heavy footed children tumbleA frustrated dishwasher clattersWhile the comforter-laden washer lumbers towards a raucous freedom I walk Along a winding cobblestones of plotsBehind a fortress of verses listening to theVoices chitter in the thicket of my keys In a quiet corner of my
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“And that’s not even the worst thing she even did.”Magdalena exhaled. She blinked hard not to cry. Randy looked up, down, and everywhere except at Magdalena’s face. She had just told him about her mother, who disappeared for two weeks then returned home with a fake kidnapping story. She talked about the little girl fear
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The sun poured into the bow window, splashing across the kitchen table, dripping golden light towards the sink. Catherine was rinsing a jadite mixing bowl. Humming to herself, she turned the bowl delighting in its rightness. Nic sat at the kitchen table. A wide ruled notebook lay in front of her and a thick pencil
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The weather was just perfect. My oar chipped the river. The river greeted me. The sun winked over the tree line. My shoulders, my arms, I moved in smooth equal strokes. My life fell away as I paddled from my troubles. Faster and faster I went.This morning I was stiff. I pulled off the covers
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Pink fabric enrobedBlue lines pagesMarked with a rose colored satin ribbon Yellow legal padsErupting with tight cursive arcsOf the characters in her head Brown skinned girl bent over a bookSheltered in her closetEscaping into technicolor worldsTo world building in shades of her own Hope rose from darkness ButLittle girls grow upBig dreams overshadowed, left fallow
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“Then suddenly…it’s over.”Notifications chime again, againInsistent inboxThe weight of constant connectionsDeadlines slipped off the edge ofAnother day “Then suddenly…it’s over.”Chest crush squeeze of parenting parentsWhile tending teenagersOf being everything to everyoneYet never quite enough forAnother day “Then suddenly…it’s over.”Like a magician’s sleight of handThe flash on a coinAn image held in the mind butAlready gone
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The attic was clean and tidy. There were neat stacks of storage bins, labeled. Furniture enrobed in sheets, stood virgil in front of the tiny windows. Miranda turned in slow circles taking it all in. She had never been in Grammy’s attic. Even though she stayed here all summer and most weekends. Grammy had shown
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Weave me a spellOf titan tresses and heaving bosoms,Of muscle laden bad boys with tender souls Bewitch me for awhileBetwixt misunderstandings ridiculousAnd entanglements easily untied Swaddled in shopworn cliches and shabby tropesEmbrace my tattered mind inside paperback coversEnchant me into happily ever after For a while
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