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A personal essay written about the photographs of Kendall Nelson and her book Gathering Remnants.
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A story I made up for a contest here on Writer's Cafe.
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TVs loom above the produce aisle, spoiling all the lettuce, let us be, let me shop in peace, or is it fair trade this trade in flesh, my due penance f..
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The telivision lies shattered
unable to spread it's lies
giving rise to a freedom
that we've seemingly forgotten
for behind the scenes
of that T..
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A poem about pie.
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He smells of blood and campfire, blue eyes shining water in the desert of his time worn frame. A gun hangs from his hip, mother of pearl calling out t..
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Written on a McDonalds bag after buying 39 cent hamburgers while homeless in Boise, ID eight years ago.
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This is the first story I wrote after I left school. I hadn't written anything but poetry for a few years, and I just sat down one day while waiting ..
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My friend Chad always writes poems with western themes and shows me western movies. After so much exposure, it was bound to affect me. It did, twice..
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As the war in Afghanistan entered yet another year, I contemplated the fact that while I don't agree with terrorism, it keeps getting harded to pity o..
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