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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

In imitation of “Litany of Failed Lines from Previous Poems”  by Susan Nguyen   We are hurricanes. I am all sighs and gasps when our lips collide.  I forgive you for that time you said  you didn’t want to get married but then professed  me as your wife to your brother’s best friend.  Y

Alice, noun; 1. There was a sparrow clasped on the hem of her gray shirt; flecks of orange in a brown braid trailing down; deep eyes; brown, and not at all cursory;around the lengths of the grace and proportion was com•plex•ion, curvature and collarbone; 2. hiding between ribs, an idea; a neck:

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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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