Our street, Milwaukee Avenue, a place of happy couples. Everyone here is with someone else. Young men wearing bright colorful beanies laugh while strolling with pretty long-haired girls with perfect smiles and brand new Uggs. I love this weather. Light jacket weather. Hugged up on each other weather. Vaporous breath in the morning weather. When […]
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January 27 was the five year anniversary of the first poem I ever wrote you. So, basically, my love for you could have raised a kindergartener by now. I’m sure if I really wanted to, I could pull out the notebook I spat all of my words for you into and I could re-read all […]
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When things get bad, we run towards the airport in our dreams but wake up before we catch our flights. When things get bad, I start wearing pink to look less destroyed, I start sleeping with lights on but nightmares still don’t stop. I start wearing a darker shade of red and kissing more men […]
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“During our relationships, those periods of calm and joy between the inevitable periods of disaster and doom that followed, things were awesome. At least at the beginning.” —Don Zolidis Craig and Amy are on one moment and off the next, a rollercoaster of teen angst. In The Seven Torments of Amy and Craig, Don Zolidis tells […]
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The way you look away. Your fingers slide past in a whirl of degradation, Idling not a moment as mine do an era. Your eyes slide past, no pause for the sacred, And those tender and abrupt lips part no more. I have been halted, A storm raging inside, bringing an air of disrepair and […]
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To the one that broke my heart, It’s been two days, and I wonder if you’re okay. I wonder if you’re in as much pain as I am. I wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you. I wonder if you miss me as much as I miss you. These […]
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This story is one of the April Writing Challenge entries chosen to be a featured story. . The sky above her was pale, empty gray that consumed the daylight like a sponge. It was an old friend of hers. The same gray trailed her like a stranger on a dark street: unwanted and unnerving. It […]
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Your name is Charles Daniel Walker XIII. That’s right, the thirteenth. Your Texas-based, ancestral dynasty can trace that long line of CDWs all the way back to the Civil War and beyond. I, your now ex-girlfriend, never met your clan (calling it a family just seems wrong), but I felt the weight of their expectations […]
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Shot I: He wishes to forget the moment he first met her He wishes he couldn’t remember the colour of her eyes Shot II: The tequila stings his throat and burns his lungs But nothing hurts quite as bad as losing her Shot III: The tequila tasted like acid But not quite as corrosive as […]
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