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Mother always walked me to Franklin D Roosevelt elementary, but twice last week and again just yesterday, she waited for me

Lizzie had been standing at the basement door looking down just as Father was coming up the steps with a box that looked ju

There was a startled look on the adult’s faces. Lizzie had asked who would take care of Christian now that grandma wa

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my   fingers  left  me  today. i  suppose &

I really liked my Grandma Maxine. Several times, I had visited grandma; she had sent me to the basement to fetch a covered

  “Where are we going?” Giselle spoke more to herself than to me. I smiled at her impatience; she had whin

The basement was dark and cluttered; she had always been a pack rat, but since their dad had died, it was ev

The day before the funeral, Roy Anderson sat with his wife and her 2 sisters at the kitchen table. It was a simple oak tabl

I’ve been in this place before,

And every minute more I’m dying,

If you believe IR

It is about the second or third week of school. It is recess and I am sitting on the ground with my back against the brick

Release me from this pain cause I can’t make it go away.

Nancy’s Nine Names

Funeral for a Fiend

The far end of the deserted chapel held the steel gr

Tears like dewdrops streamed down your face

Forgotten forever you left not a trace

Shed so softly t

Oh Fock! Writer’s block.

It

“Asia…” I tapped my finger to my chin, the vaguest of memories flickering at the edge of my conscious min

I’ll run through this godforsaken maze.

Find my path, play my game.

Look up, stare at the mad

He has become an embedded pictogragh upon her s

    “Where are we going?” Giselle was talking more to herself than to me. I smiled at her impati

She sits on the cracked back stoop, its concrete through her ragged jeanseat cool. Behind her is a bedlam of gang tags, bef

Where’d you go? Coz now I can’t take it anymore.

I miss you so. I miss you so its hurting me.

Pink blossom floats dreamily across the path and collects in delicate piles at the congregations feet. The  vicar

we are unacknowledged antecedents

of a dream we have disowned

under harsh mor

his mind moves hunted

under perceptive radar

he moves like a shadow along the

Are you worried your Real Estate Agent isn’t marketing your property properly in this modern era?

I run all day and all night

The constant motion of my legs running

Arms going up and d

And now I’m a memory that dances in your heard.

You want me to save you cause you feel like your dead.