In my house, a cup of tea prepared by the 17-year-old me is appreciated more than my poetry. Strange women with magnifiers instead of eyes scrutinize what I cook best and when I will be of age. My mother lets them. My poetry book sits untouched because the women forgot their spectacles at home and […]
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Bare soul, crawling on the edge of life, looking for a saviour. Bare soul, with trembling words, a poetic life and tremendous thoughts. Bare soul, wounded forever on the dark field of bitter memories. Bare soul, singing poetry, absorbing misery under the sky of infinity. Bare soul, lost and forgotten in the ocean of confusion, […]
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you, always you, you make the world pastel pink you fill the cold with temporary blankets but when you leave they fall out of the holes in my soul you stuffed them into (to try to make me warm again) oh, i love you i love you how i love you
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“Joe College” is an excerpt from Lanny Larcinese’s memoir, which is a work in progress. I grew up during the fifties and sixties and spent a lot of time at our family-owned restaurant in a semi-industrial area of Detroit. I needed a short leash, so even before I worked regularly at the Bungalow Bar B-Q, I often had to be there […]
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The glass shatters with a painful Nerve-jangling, ear-splitting crack Lethal shards skitter across the floor like bugs And catch the light a few hundred ways. That’s my favorite part, I think. That you can get rainbows From piles of shiny junk that has outlived its purpose And tinkling music plays when you throw it away. […]
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You’ll never see my hands naked. My fingers will always be dressed in polish: beige, magenta, lavender, black The skin around my nails always torn like sleeves from a t-shirt on a 95 degree summer day. People say the eyes are the window to the soul but they seem boarded up, closed, with the […]
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For those who perished and for those who were able to survive. Always keep the 6 million lost souls alive in your hearts and memories. Ashley Myers is from Lawrence, New York. She is a writer and the chief art editor for her high school newspaper. She really […]
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Passion. Such a simple word, yet so powerful and well-understood. Not only do your own passions define who you are, but they motivate you to strive toward great things. My passion is singing — in the car, in the shower, at school, in my room, in restaurants. One thing is clear: Singing is prominent in […]
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It is a terrible thing to lose the soul; dropped like keys. To be resurrected in the middle of the street, your chest concave, a fishhook yanking your stomach out through your throat, unable to clutch even a hint of yourself as you carry a body through a life, passively unattached to your earthly […]
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