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Disappearance.3
I peel the pages of memory like an onion. Transparent and dense. The first boy was cute. Blond hair, blue eyes. We played tether-ball. We were eleven. I moved away, out of state. I wasn’t sad. I had...
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The Hole Inside
Couldn’t branch out at tender age were it not for the hole inside; Couldn’t risk a verge to the unknown were it not for the hole inside; Couldn’t risk propriety’s dress parade were it not for the hole...
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The End
I was sure this was it. I’d been expecting it and here it was. Finally. It had to come in-spite of all the global warming deniers and those right-wing nuts who can’t see the inherent damage fracking...
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Bloom
Pretty color. I reach out, entranced. The thorns prick. My blood disappears into the scarlet Bougainvillea blossoms. I’m not fond of blood. I slide off the dizzying height; past white striations on...
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pain and love
We passed the KTLA5 News van just south of the exit to Isla Vista. Apparently they were also headed back to L.A. “Can’t see the water today,” Mother said, her head turned to her window as she looked...
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