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If Found Upriver, Please Return to Owner: ________..A Story by Anna AuelGirl bought a red strapless dress at a second-hand store in Grand Rapids, Michigan. Red like red hots candy. It would burn the Boy up. He would .. |
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Knowing in the Gift-WrapA Poem by Anna AuelI keep my soul close like letters in the floor wrapped with rubber bands But now I reach inside myself and with my can opener fingers chink .. |
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toothbrush philosophizingA Poem by Anna AuelThe center of the universe is a small square box of broken hearts that reaches infinitely to the coastal shelf, then drops to the bottom of a bottom.. |
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Sidewalk ChalkA Poem by Anna AuelThe young go by smoking small-town morning glories. Wrestling With the existential crises in their knapsacks and purses pockets�.. |
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He Said/She SaidA Poem by Anna AuelYou say:come over to the table. I say: nothing. just follow like a devoted thing (a silly thing) bereft of speech. I arrive but you&rsqu.. |
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HydraA Poem by Anna AuelPouring chloroform in an open wound�" hoping it will deaden the nerves, put this agony to rest. Dreading the time when the monster awake.. |
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the instruction book caught fire in apt. 602A Poem by Anna AuelI believed once. Religion and Sprituality twin anchors around my neck I wanted to believe, wanted to be anchored to that biblical .. |
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stovetopA Poem by Anna AuelThe day you left my door�" Is also the day I died. Rain accompanying the sound Of your steps�"growing Softer. .. |
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in medias res is where you found meA Poem by Anna Auel10 am in the workplace: Mechanical arms and legs do the work without a brain"busy turning its own wheels"they run on levers endlessly grindin.. |
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Lifeguarding Isn't For DummiesA Poem by Anna AuelHit my teeth on the edge of the beer bottle the awkward knocking knocks me back-- pulls my guts like taffy (from the neck) stretched from my mouth.. |
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ENGLISH 457: Literature and the SexesA Poem by Anna Auela fictional woman commits adultery. “The Storm.” A short story. By Kate Chopin. Admirable, this woman--they say, these stick woman in .. |
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Leashes Lead to Rub BurnsA Poem by Anna Aueldon’t know how I will catch up by lining up these French toast sticks heel, toe, heel, toe the road is slick like syrup. the triumph o.. |
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Amper(stand)A Poem by Anna AuelBurnside, ironside, bricks and heavy things. names that bear a testament to cement. steadied by nails (the poor man’s weaponized construction).. |
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Chapter OneA Chapter by goette10This is the first chapter for a trilogy that I'm currently working on and is a revised version from a previous work. |
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tripping over the nightlightA Poem by Anna Auel3 a.m. at least it must be. refuse to look at the clock in case it is later (earlier?)-- it would only agitate. Like a fan. you are sleeping nex.. |
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ChoicesA Story by J.D. McNeelyA story of a couple struggling to find a way to communicate. A minimalist story using the iceberg theory. |
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Was that 4-4-4-4?A Poem by Anna AuelFolding clothes feeding chickens that resemble hawks I feel safer than a storm blowing through, safer than knowing the future. Acceptance ch.. |
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