By Anders Carlson-Wee
I know you’re hungry for it. More money. More news. Desperate for any laurel that parades you as happier...
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- By Erin BelieuThe rich report greater levels of happiness, & the study goes on to demonstrate how we humans use money...
- 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...
- By Layli Long SoldierHere, the sentence will be respected. I will compose each sentence with care, by minding what the rules...
- By Maurya SimonDelirium in the downtown mall today: Burt Reynolds! All the henna-haired girls sneer, while their mothers...
- By Tracy K. Smith200 cows more than 600 hilly acres property would have been even larger had J not sold 66 acres to DuPont...
- 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...
- 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...
- By CAConradmelting glaciers frighten me when appearing on my street as downpours a feeling I send ahead of myself...
- By Rachel LongI feel middle class when I'm in love. I think it's all the poached eggs on bird-seed bread, staying ...
- By Lorna Dee CervantesWe were so poor. The air was a quiver of thoughts we drew from to poise, unsaid in the ineffable world...
- By Destiny O. BirdsongAfter Donne exeunt my heart, evangelical god, for you are still frosted and feathered somewhere in the eighties...
- By Jason McCallProbably one of those understated pieces. Simple silver. No ring of laurels surrounding an emperor or...
- By Jacqueline Allen TrimbleThis carpetbagging, gentrifying Aryan mother’s son cut through our neighborhood buying houses. Called...
- By Debora KuanYou know sleep will dart beyond your grasp. Its edges crude and merciless. You will clutch at straws...
- By Wanda Colemanovercome by the stink of mildewed wash, i have been three months behind in my rent for thirty years....
- By Lewis MacAdamsA Streetperson crying. It's a lady with a terrible pain. She's yelling over and over that "Nobody's ...
- By Lewis MacAdamsOn the telly, hundreds of Moscow denizens are pulling down the statue of Felix Dzerzhinsky, the father...
- By Justin Rovillos Monsonexhibit a) frantz fanon: The first thing which the native learns is to stay in his place, and not go...
- By George T. Wilkersoni come from the broken playground littered with dented coke-can crack pipes, bullet shells, and bottle...