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Someone Else's FaultA Story by AnorStory about an American visiting the Hiroshima Atomic Bomb Dome not too long after the bombing. |
Heavy Quotes and Button Strings:The Words I Learne..A Poem by Arly ParentIt's been a rough semester. These are quotes of things I've heard throughout the past...5-6 months (with maybe a few outliers) from just...too many pe.. |
Broken TearsA Poem by jdr / JenniferWe are walking, walking around ignorant, cold and blind We are built on a system of belief belief in that of mankind, will find that w.. |
AmericaA Poem by UndeadWillAn early attempt at a mirror at America as a whole. |
District of ColumbiaA Poem by Maxine ItsovDistrict of Columbia; The Representation of America. The government ignores what is going on in their own backyard. Where gunfire isn't even .. |
I will always be a Jackie Kennedy!A Poem by LoveAlwaysJBI look up to Jackie for being truly strong, and losing the man she loved... |
Your Jackie KennedyA Poem by LoveAlwaysJBBeing a Jackie is hard, but it takes a strong women to be one! |
American DreamsA Story by Tiny GlitchIn the midst of the Great Depression, one family among thousands travel West in search of work |
Being AmericanA Story by Father MojoBeing an American should be like being clergy!In spite of what some people believe, being clergy is not about privilege, neither is it about abusing p.. |
The Lizard KingA Poem by Cameron KoontzA free-verse poem about the late Doors frontman Jim Morrison. |
I am an AmericanA Poem by Rita L. SevJune 26, 2013... and again in 2015 |
The Heart of America - Devoured from WithinA Poem by lisalureeI am sickened by what is happening to our country. This painting is an expression of this disgust. |
Your Jackie Kennedy revisedA Poem by LoveAlwaysJBWith a hint of Marilyn's side |
Chapter Five- "Imperfection Is Beauty. Madness Is ..A Chapter by EncoreDeZizaNo Rest For the WickedEncoreDeZizaAll Rights Reserved2013Chapter FiveImperfection Is Beauty. Madness Is Genius. And It Is Better To Be Absolutely Ri.. |
THE RED BATHA Story by Father MojoII sit motionlessly, ensnared in perdition’s playpen, ground into a fine powder by the night’s gluttonous gravity. Drenched with darkness,.. |
The Creation of American DemocracyA Story by Father MojoThe part that did not make it into the Bible |