Diana Christina
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Garbage MenA Story by Diana ChristinaOur detritus is our design. |
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The bed sheetsA Story by Diana Christina"The bed sheets saw Cambry grow up like voyeurs and wallflowers: masochistically and sadistically." |
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Tuck is a torchA Story by Diana Christina"The sun scalds down our throats. Blinded by light, we let our senses devour us." |
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GabrielA Poem by Diana Christina"Everything is free now That's what they say Everything I ever done Gonna give it away." - Gillian Welch |
Love is an AllegoryA Stage Play by Diana ChristinaThe perceived took pleasure in the embrace of the conceived, but saw not its face. |
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Cut from the TeamA Story by Diana ChristinaBryce and Brody fit together like bubblegum in consonants. |
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I rambled in a fiery wakeA Poem by Diana ChristinaExcerpts from a lost vacation. |
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His SkinA Story by Diana Christina"A lion biding its time in the face of man, a tide." |
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ChromosomeA Story by Diana Christina"Dr. Chrome's office was an igloo. When he spoke, his breath came out in a flurry, freezing my face into an expression of complacency." |
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Moon HousesA Story by Diana ChristinaThe little stars will twinkle, and one will realize how strange he is. |