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Grandma
Category: Writing and Poetry
*did you know?* Matthew Perry's character from Friends invented sarcasm : I know you've all been waiting for a sequel to the by popular demand Gran » Continue Reading
"Believe in the me that believes in you"
Watching the scenery change at a comatose rate
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Category: Writing and Poetry
*did you know?* Matthew Perry's character from Friends invented sarcasm : I know you've all been waiting for a sequel to the by popular demand Gran » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
I am the fat friend at the skate park waiting. My idols drift effortlessly on wheels; new tricks, new resilience. While I internally scorn my thyroid. A front door that never fully closes. The troll has finally left her bridge spot for good. Although, yet to evolve from the occasional shower and yellowing teeth. Dot. Dot. Dot. Unsuspecting vic » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
White bone pierces white skin. A nervous subject from start to end. "Will you marry me? Let me be your white husband? Ghost write all my poetry?" She types out quickly, backspaces onward and deletes. Fatherless doll sisters; one with a cobweb ceiling underneath a voice box long stopped working. The other bloated by both id and eg » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
A lifelong Laurie. The flashbulb burns my skin. But you promise me there is prettiness somewhere behind all those black smears insecurity. I’d love it if you held my hand. Even just scroll through expired messages to retrieve a meaningless combination of number that give access to years stale feeling. You’re with her now. » Continue Reading
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Category: Quiz/Survey
1. Seinfeld or Frasier? 2. Friends or Will & Grace? 3. Fresh Prince of Bel-Air or Beverly Hills: 90210? 4. The Nanny or Sex & The City? » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
A woman's lifelong illness is your namesake. A legacy long forgotten yet still there. It only takes an idle foot and two sliding hands to crash pounds of metal into an electrical post or whatever... Expensive hotel rooms are ideal time out corners Sending out promises of blind devotion and a visa to a Lithuanian virgin across the way. You laugh out loud at the wo » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I slide the poem across the sticky booth. You analyze it briefly, your notes generically complimentary A teacher with a gold star sticker in hand But I haven't learned anything? I don't think I've processed you. I don't think I'm allowed to... Like all the men whose deaths live inside closets or memorialized gardens within my mind, I'm happy to de » Continue Reading
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Not really, but I enjoy disillusioning myself into thinking I am. Similarly to how I blindly admired these politicians I thought were actually cultivating change, when in reality it's people like Martin Luther King, and people who create non for profit organizations, and people we don't exactly know the names of that make the real change within this busted up society. I and the politicians live to... » Continue Reading
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Drum roll please....this is my gingerbread house! (The pink one is me, and the purple one is El out front) This month has been pretty fucking magical for me. Usually holidays make me think of my dysfunctional family, death, and all the unwanted children in any capacity. » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
French braid cemented to scalp. In your own company, immediately undone. Loose like your self respect, untamed like the emotions you inevitability still house near a fireplace; never warmed. The barbie head practice that went on in silence decades ago. Babysitter's got the basement door locked. Bathroom breaks are not always guaranteed. No wonder, sh » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
I stare at this sleekly curved rectangle too much; this rectangle that gets eaten by it's bigger-newer-better sibling each year. A routine crowd of faces pressed tightly against the frost framed window looking for their very own puppy for sale. This brick compels...no, allows access to buy back all my childhood toys and trinkets from faceless merchants online. Exploiting the dead child inside » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
Inferior already. To the miniature interrogation happening. The small brown podium directly to the front. The defender puts away his conscience inside an equally mud brown suit. “You took the risk!” A tiny hand atop a sea of tiny faces, lazily sways without direction. Assuming of you, indistinguishable to all awaiting the cast out. » Continue Reading