The Skirt
Nov 04, 2025

It was sophomore year, Spring semester breaking as the frozen Winter campus melted into meadows of crocuses, colored deep blue and gold, the University’s colors. Everyone was doing it, it seemed…. The shop lifting thing…. So Deidre decided to try…

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These friends who became our enemies.
Nov 03, 2025

These friends who became our enemies. One week later, on April 7, 1933, the government passed the Law for the Restoration of the Professional Civil Service. The Law restricted employment in the civil service to Aryans. Three classes of civil…

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Daddy: Friend and Destroyer
Nov 03, 2025

He smelled of cigarettes, leather, paint lacquer, paint thinner, gold leaf and slight deodorized sweat. Everyone said I looked like him….i do have his large brown eyes. And his aquiline nose with a slight bump in the middle. He was…

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I’m Full
Nov 03, 2025

Two bright red cans of coca-cola sitting on the granite counter. I love these secret delicacies at Katy's house. Her mom Ann, pale skin from Irish descent, asks Katy and I if we need anything else. Katy smiles and turns…

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Nov 02, 2025

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Wannabe
Nov 02, 2025

Reaching over I check that I have the flyers I need. I pull the half size black and white flyers that say "Raise the Minimum Wage Coalition" right at the top. Printed on my home laser jet computer and sliced…

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Nov 02, 2025

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What if there was an elephant in your neighborhood?
Oct 31, 2025

I heard this question asked on NPR this morning. “What if tehre was an elephant in your neighborhood. The interviewee said, "Nothing. No one would notice. Everyone is dealing with their own shit, like heroin addiction." What might my neighbors…

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The sky IS Pure Poetry
Oct 31, 2025

The sky is infinite-magnificently endless- and so are the possibilities of poetry.

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Mallarme
Oct 31, 2025

[Fiction, an exercise for my novel. Berthe Morisot POV, Lost Journal Entries, June 23, 1886] Poetry falls from the sky when Mallarme visits us. In the evenings, he reads what he calls his scribbles. I strain to understand, lost as…

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No Time Now for the Writer to Hide
Oct 30, 2025

When I was a young girl, hard-wired tight and oh so sensitive, I forced myself to look impenetrable, on the outside. So attuned to the gaze of other eyes on me that I retreated, to the inside. Safe and calm…

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Just Try Hiding
Oct 30, 2025

Now is ALWAYS the time! And no matter how much you stress and strain to avoid it, no matter how hard you struggle to block it, your artistry will force its way out of your heart and mind, through your…

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