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I visited a nursing home three weeks ago  and this might sound awful  scratch that this is the worst thing I have ever said  and probably the worst thing I will ever say   every single person in that building was already dead. There were corpses rotting from the inside out being sat in front [&h

                -after Rejoice by Julien Baker   My whole family, an empty table,  sitting together, watching the news  on Mom’s birthday, it says I’m evil. Cried in the car alone on Jubilee. Call the hotline, curse her name ‘cause I know I’m still alive.   Gave me everything [&h

In the 90’s my Tia wore her brown glazed lip, gold chains, baggy pants to school; she was called a ghetto, dirty– CHOLA. Now reflected on paler skin. Now its big gold hoops are cute. Now being brunette is trendy.   When did slick hair in a bun, big gold hoops, and Kiley’s gloss drip […

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By Gabrielle Crone            Only a hillbilly would bring their injured dog to the vet using twine as a leash.  At least that’s what our vet, Westley, announced when he saw my grandpa, Charles Bailey, in the lobby of the clinic twine leash in hand.  Gizmo had injured his paw, most [&helli

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