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AGE: 24
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i’m twenty. though i’m not entirely sure that means a whole lot or is indicative in any way of who or what i am. so i’ll say: i look like i’m sixteen, i’m really twenty, and i feel like i am forty.

through a sick twist of fate i find myself momentarily detained in texas, a place i swore i’d never live again, and yet, ironically, it has proven most valuable in material for my poetic expression.

i’m female. whether that means anything is yet to be seen.

i am also an artist, though i feel as if by saying so i’m somehow presumptuous and haughty. i suppose that would only be true if i said i was a “good” artist, and that will not soon issue forth from my mouth.

you can find me online at http://www.myspace.com/reneahanna
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Poetry / altar call.
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saturday nights bring fights that sunday morning redemption delights in sin washing words for lost and hopeful souls cold and shaken, mistaking their prayers for bargaining chips but slipping up and falling down is humane mainly consisting of momentary lapses in judgmental stances cautionary tales of accidental actions reactions and defenses all birthed of the belief that we can earn our salvation creation's cry is the same and all the saints pray in the name of the Father and the greatly nee...
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Short Story / yellowed days.
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It was sunny, but not in a pleasant way. The air was stale and everything was tinged yellow, dry and weathered. He could see the waves of heat rise off of the street as he wiped the beads of sweat off his upper lip with the back of his hand. He’d been sitting in the old, maroon station wagon for a while, the white bag from the pharmacy beckoning in the passenger seat. Finally, he picked it up, tore it open, turned it over, and let the familiar orange vial fall into his shaking hand. The pill...
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Short Story / encounter.
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When it rains, the umbrellas come out, like round, black and blue halos of downtrodden angels, all hurrying to complete mundane duties. And it’s melancholy, yet serene at the same time, these orbs of beating hearts, heads down and feet moving through the reflective pools of water gathered. Silent and clean, a little gray, is how the world looks on this day, and it’s calming, talking in a whisper so as not to disturb this studious, echoing atmosphere. That’s how he found me, standing tall and...
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Poetry / wonder-full.
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i touched the place on a wall today, where someone had carved the date 1889 and i wept. a century ago a hand much like my own had touched this wall and thought to live on so that i may see and believe in a past. and here they were, their hand on mine, looking hopefully at the future. i wondered if it had gone well for them. i wondered if they had finished college. i wondered if they had been called to war, once or twice and whether or not they had survived. i wondered if they had ever married...
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Poetry / The 38th Makes it Okay.
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don't look this way you'll see me fall my foot placed left then forward plunged swallowed up and white flash by that's the face of sight you let go of the one that's down turned now and gone to hell this hand you see, the one out there don't reach for it turn away and save your hate you've done enough to kill the world don't look this way if you want to smile you'll regret this mess that came from this up the flatness comes too quick this hardness heart of sand, and click the camera eye to ca...
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Poetry / heard from
by maskface
i enjoyed this piece, though it alludes to more than i can grasp in one reading or can devote the time to at the moment. however, from what i did grasp, i really enjoyed it. i identify with the last half of it: "BIGGER RAGES, BIGGER PAGES, still scribbled jargon, notebook graffiti, if only i had art, if only i was art." absolutely beautiful and dare i say, POETIC. especially the last two lines. it's interesting to me, those lines, and your word choice in using "ART". what we associate with AR...
Poetry / Sons and Mothers
by Lady
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Poetry / Lord of Ilusion
by vampyresunset
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Poetry / Back to the Basics
by JamesDominic
spot on. i enjoyed this piece, especially the first stanza, where, at first impression you start with very "bright" beginnings and not half a line later it turns, or rather plummets downward in it's vision. you point out the corruption very poignantly. in the last stanza you have a recurring rhyme that begins to sound like a broken record, "wealth, health, shelf, self, else..." BUT it works and is not oppressively redundant because of the point that you are making at that place in the piece. ...
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by Unknown User
beautiful. great work. full of symbolism, though i'm not sure that you meant it. if you did, well done. if not, well done anyway. i love the use of language that you have, some very techinical terms, Lepidoptera. nice. on the seventeenth line or so, infinate is spelled "infinite". thirty-seventh line or so, "for a moment TO long..." it should be TOO. forty-seventh line or so, lifeless has three "s". simple typo's all of them. minor in comparison to the actual piece. it's beautiful. i really r...
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