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Fires
A Story by
Kristi Brooks
I've been working more and more in the experimental format.
The Dead...
A Poem by
Kristi Brooks
The Dead I Keep in a Box At home I keep the dead in a box. It’s more of a purse really, an antique of my grandmother’s, filled fun..
Glass
A Poem by
Kristi Brooks
Glass Bottles Wind echoes across the hollow. It makes an odd humming sound, long forgotten or misplaced chords, like someone blowing across a..
Midnight Phone
A Poem by
Kristi Brooks
Every family has one.
Tenth and MacArthur
A Poem by
Kristi Brooks
10th & MacArthur Crackling neon calls, flashing its constant message Live Nu e Girls. (the d has burned out) Above this neon girls dan..
16
A Poem by
Kristi Brooks
Sixteen When I got back from Oregon there was no hiding from the twin blue stripes on the EPT. It was a line tying him to me, me to him. I deci..
Reflect
A Poem by
Kristi Brooks
Mirrors have always intrigued me.
Yellow Brick Road Trip
A Poem by
Kristi Brooks
Not really sure...
3 a.m.
A Poem by
Kristi Brooks
My life in high school
Heinz 57
A Poem by
Kristi Brooks
A look at the oddity that is American culture in all its glory.
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