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As
the velvety red curtain rose over the polished black stage, I clasped
my wife's gloved hand in excitement. She in her finest gown and silk
shaw..
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Hi,
this is Greg. Thank you all for visiting my blog and for listening to
my side of the story. I know that since Stacy and I broke up a few
wee..
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Tippy
& the Cows?
What
about Silent Banshee?
Mental
Floss.
I
like Kiki & the Bitchettes.
Medusa
& the Snakes?
The
C..
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“Alright,
runt.
Let's
get your little a*s dried off,”
she
says from the lid of the toilet
as
she puts her cigarette out
on..
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As
I walked up the steps to the stage a deep, uncontrollable fear
gripped my mind. I approached the microphone as if it was an electric
chair and ..
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Another persona poem.
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We were writing persona poems for my creative writing class.
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Sometimes
I miss you. A little bit, I guess. But not a whole lot. Not horribly,
maybe. Not terribly. Not enough to cry into the shag rug of my
be..
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My left
leg fell asleep several counties ago,
my mother
has already spilled her coffee on two separate occasions,
and a rock
is stuck in the tape..
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The
gentlest collision
of china
against metal
causes you
to freeze.
You hold
your breath.
You pray.
From the
living room she calls,
&..
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