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Aurora

Short Story   I saw you at the carnival. You didn’t notice me. I just lost at ring toss. I knew it was rigged but I didn’t want to be the guy who ruins...

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Impromptu Pilgrimage: Marion Shrine

The Stations of the Cross lead us to Lady Park. There, refurbished statues, on new pedestals that depict the Joyful, Sorrowful and Glorious mysteries of the Rosary, line a path. At the end of...

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Hole

Poem Once upon a time I dug a hole into the ground and fell in A Hole Thereupon, I did find myself in a hole I am in a hole I thought I am...

Feminist Poem 0

Just

Poem   That was the day I pushed off from the wall with my palms, I lunged at the throat of the coward, And I hissed in his face, “no more.” Girls are taught:...

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Four Days After Smuggs

Monday. The Orthodontist’s examination room exhibits college banners. Including Binghamton University—SUNY Binghamton—my Alma Mater. mirror to his mouth a view of his overbite Tuesday. The images from Guardians of the Galaxy float off a...

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While You Were Away

In knowing you I am knowing me On the path to discovery The pleasure is all mine In knowing I am Me Down the winding path The bright autumn leaves The fragrance of green...

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Snow

Poem I didn’t meet you for lunch that day because I had to make a fucking run for it. I had to put as much distance between me and that place as I could....

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Constellations

Short Poem   You sat next to me and held my hand as we watched the play That reflected the highs and lows of a couple’s life As they shopped for beds Argued on...

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Another Insomnial Evening

We lie down at 11:00 in the evening. My feet, legs, elbows feel twisted and itchy. And the sheet feels like a burial shroud. A flood of thoughts and images arise, a torrent from...

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Drummer Boy

Poem   I knew a boy once, tall as a bell tower blew past six feet like an acquaintance in the super market he didn’t feel much like talking to. Played drums, of all...

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Seasons

Poem   The day is grim, misshapen clouds grin, silhouettes of trees reaching out for me. Nothing stops the pain, I cannot feel the rain… It is winter, the wind is not a friend,...

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Coda

Later, Brendan could never remember whether he was already awake or not. Certainly he was floating somewhere close to the surface, at least, or he never would have heard it at all. But so...