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The Ballistics of Her Kiss

She points at elephants as the blood from my gums tastes like metal. There are stars in the shape of an arrow; there are cigarettes that linger between itchy fingers. 336 mots de plus


Rescue Mom

“Do all the good you can. By all the means you can. In all the ways you can. In all the places you can.  At all the times you can. 1 116 mots de plus

Julie Ayers

Corporate Stagnation

But first a little side note, if anyone could spare a little extra money to help a wonderful kid, it would be greatly appreciated. Below is an excerpt from his mom from their gofundme.com page. 457 mots de plus

Spanish Johnny on the bus to NY to see Bruce

After we cross the border, the bus stops at three sleepy upstate towns before we get to Albany.  Plattsburgh is a stop and go.  At Glens Falls we pick up three new passengers.  801 mots de plus



Isolated from herd, chased past exhaustion, you rip my body to the ground and pull my throat from my neck, before tearing great chunks of me from my corpse. 129 mots de plus

Creative Writing

Honoring a Friend

Dark chocolate and quinoa. Late night drives. Calls to the police reporting lost women and broken hearts. Golden tinsel to mark it all.