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& I immediately think of Cheryl, her Malik, his beloved
obsession with the team’s orange & blue, a sunset…
obsession with the team’s orange & blue, a sunset…
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- By Anders Carlson-WeeI know you’re hungry for it.
More money. More news. Desperate
for any laurel that parades you
as happier… - By Erin BelieuThe rich report greater levels of happiness,
& the study goes on to demonstrate
how we humans use money to save... - By Adam O. Davis1.
If a house is haunted like a radio
is haunted If a body is a radio
of blood If a body of ghosts
hums like blood over a valley of
bone If blood is a... - By Layli Long SoldierHere, the sentence will be respected.
I will compose each sentence with care, by minding what the rules of writing dictate.
For example, all sentences will begin with capital letters.
Likewise, the history of the sentence will be honored by ending each one... - By Maurya SimonDelirium in the downtown mall today:
Burt Reynolds! All the henna-haired girls
sneer, while their mothers, enthralled, say,
“I saw you in this, I saw you in that–
you were marvelous, simply... - By Tracy K. Smith200 cows more than 600 hilly acres
property would have been even larger
had J not sold 66 acres to DuPont for
waste from its Washington Works factory
where J was employed
... - By ire’ne lara silvathis is what they will not tell you
and this is what you must know
if you hear nothing else i say
hear this
you cannot live in fear
you cannot heal in fear
fear will never make you stronger
fear is the language many doctors speak
they’ll... - By Kimberly JaeIf a jar of jelly is $2.98
& a loaf of Hawaiian bread is $4
Then how much bail money will I need when I kill everyone in my house
for eating all the bread
and jelly in 5 minutes?
Black Momma Math
If Black Momma... - By CAConradmelting glaciers
frighten me when
appearing on
my street as
downpours
a feeling I send
... - By Rachel LongI feel middle class when I'm in love.
I think it's all the poached eggs on bird-seed bread,
staying up all night on Zoopla—imagine
waking under cottage beams,
the laughter in a garden. Kids.
A little boy with gold hair
keeps standing in my dreams.
I read... - By Lorna Dee CervantesWe were so poor.
The air was a quiver
of thoughts we drew from
to poise, unsaid
in the ineffable
world we lived in.
Sun, scarcely a penny
in that dreary setting,
every night gave up
to a smog-strewn avalanche
of searchlights, crossing
the heavens, a bicker
to buy a new used... - By Destiny O. BirdsongAfter Donne
exeunt my heart, evangelical god, for you
are still frosted and feathered somewhere
in the eighties, still fed with the fates of fetuses,
“fairies,” and the virginities of fatherless girls.
you inhabited... - By Jason McCallProbably one of those understated pieces. Simple silver. No ring
of laurels surrounding an emperor or an eagle
catching prey in its claws. No hours marked
by birthstones. I like to believe he cared
about showing his worth through the transitive properties
of the world.... - By Jacqueline Allen TrimbleThis carpetbagging, gentrifying Aryan mother’s son cut
through our neighborhood buying houses. Called himself
a community developer, clipped all the live edges and liberty
neat and bound for himself and his posterity. Declaration of Independence
just doing what it do. And he was pursuing... - By Debora KuanYou know sleep will dart beyond your grasp. Its edges
crude and merciless. You will clutch at straws,
wandering the cold, peopled rooms of
the Internet, desperate for any fix. A
vapor of faith. An amply paid gig, perhaps,
for simply having an earnest heart... - By Wanda Colemanovercome by the stink of mildewed wash, i have
been three months behind in my rent for thirty years. my
countrymen do not love me. even my lines have
lines. we are getting old in a city where the old are
invisible. i have... - By Lewis MacAdamsA Streetperson crying. It's a
lady with a terrible pain. She's yelling
over and over that
"Nobody's cares."
"Nobody Cares."
Nobody cares.
She's right I guess.
Nobody cares about anything except her,
cause she's got a shopping cart full of garbage.
Let the good times roll.
And a policeman's comforting... - By Lewis MacAdamsOn the telly, hundreds of Moscow denizens
are pulling down the statue of Felix Dzerzhinsky,
the father of the KGB, while an American reporter
intones that what we're seeing
is the Death of Communism celebration,
that great day when the Russian people found out
that nobody... - By Justin Rovillos Monsonexhibit a)
frantz fanon: The first thing which the native learns is to stay in
his place, and not go beyond certain limits.
lolo: ...