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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:

Trimmed branches bleed ice, Gray grass murmurs, discontent. Clouded dome white weeps.   Rippled water Reality distorted. Walking back from class.   Small in a big pond Standing at a puddle’s edge Sees upside-down world.   Branches together Pointing, reaching, kissing tips Like cathedral doors.

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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