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Dscn0724, Alejandra Tamayo
Dscn0458, Alejandra Tamayo
Dscn0448, Alejandra Tamayo
Ale 4, Alejandra Tamayo
Ale 2, Alejandra Tamayo
Street Musicians In Avignon, Brittany Blake
Street Artist In Barcelona, Brittany Blake
Musician In Carcassone, Brittany Blake
Inside Notre Dame, Paris, Brittany Blake
How I Came To Dominican, Lisa Wagenhurst
How I Came To Dominican, Lisa Wagenhurst
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I remember like it was yesterday. It was late on a hot Friday afternoon in mid-
August and the sun was shining with the fierceness that August is notorious for, even in Northern California. Everywhere I looked there were trees and flowers and beautiful lawns. ~excerpt from short story
The Frog Pond, Valerie Silver
The Frog Pond, Valerie Silver
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Each January, the frog pond calls to me. I drive across town to the Discovery
Center parking lot, put on my mud shoes, breathe in the damp, leafy air, and step away from my everyday world. ~excerpt from short story
The Long Side Of The Tracks, James Metzger
The Long Side Of The Tracks, James Metzger
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In just three short weeks I traveled upwards of 8000 miles of rail, circulating around an antiquated network of industrial savagery, from Oakland CA to Oakland CA, trading stories and cigarettes with other wayward travelers while waiting for more important trains of cattle and produce to take the tracks. ~excerpt from short story
Pieces, Brittany Blake
Pieces, Brittany Blake
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She still wakes up some nights in cold sweats with a scream rising like bile in her throat, waiting to fling itself out into the world. Sometimes she’s awake enough to hold it back and sometimes she can even fall asleep again. Sometimes, she can’t. ~excerpt from short story
Love Loves All, Donna Williams
Love Loves All, Donna Williams
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Our love is the strongest.
And it has forced us into this undying relationship.
The disease that ravaged the country
Somehow, it brought us closer. ~excerpt from poem
El Salvador, Jordan Villasensor
El Salvador, Jordan Villasensor
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A foreign land that I was unfamiliar with,
Full of green lush and the smell of diesel.
Trucks driving swiftly carrying bundles of plantains
Nothing was the same. ~excerpt from poem
Pancakes Are Yummy, Galen Small
Pancakes Are Yummy, Galen Small
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When you've too much homework,
And the cafeteria food sucks, remember that
You are going to die. ~excerpt from poem
Gomer, Elizabeth Pode
Gomer, Elizabeth Pode
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Cattail breath hot on your breast,
but you can’t shake the feeling
of someone in the next room.
He would know. ~excerpt from poem
The Ignition And The Mass, Jessica Guda
The Ignition And The Mass, Jessica Guda
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I may not remember much
About this day.
I may not recall specifics,
What exactly happened when~ excerpt from poem
Bayon Temple, Angkor Cambodia, Joseph Meyers
Bayon Temple, Angkor Cambodia, Joseph Meyers
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My sandals stomp slowly up the temple stairs.
One foot after the other I walk almost unaware
of the many faces above me carved in stone.
Each one unique and could stand on its own. ~excerpt from poem
Attached To Me, Jessica Guda
Attached To Me, Jessica Guda
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If I flew away from you
And left you
Would I stay
In your thoughts
And in your dreams?
Would I help you to be brave? ~excerpt from poem
Alone Tonight, Jessica Guda
Alone Tonight, Jessica Guda
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Somehow it’s just not right
That I should sit alone tonight.
The rain comes down
While melodic sounds
Creep inside to meet me. ~excerpt from poem
Calculations, Elizabeth Pode
Calculations, Elizabeth Pode
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The fringes of the velvet petals brush up against the timeless bone-white bark. Her slender hand trembles, naked as it is without the gleaming ring she had dreamt of so often. There were two roses. One stark and wilting with its fleeting beauty, covering up the gaping scar. It was left at the graveside. ~excerpt from poem
February 7th, Elizabeth Pode
February 7th, Elizabeth Pode
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Let the light in
so that when I finally
see you,
love will be
lust will be
fate. ~excerpt from poem
Down East Maine, Gibb David
Down East Maine, Gibb David
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It began with the long, silent drive past endless
lobster pounds and fishing towns that litter
the landscape of Down East Maine like seagulls
swarming a freshly pulled pot, like canvas tents
on the small island that was my summer home. ~excerpt from poem
Fabricated Wonderland, Jessica Curlett
Fabricated Wonderland, Jessica Curlett
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Maybe if Alice
was not so lost
It’d be easier to make decisions;
Like why is a raven like a writing desk? ~excerpt from poem
Compassion, Jessica Curlett
Compassion, Jessica Curlett
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Because I'm a nice person
It's what I do,
but you,
look at this as boring
or unrewarding
and turn your back faster
than I can think to be forward. ~excerpt from poem
Untitled, Drew Bollman
Untitled, Drew Bollman
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미안해 (I’m sorry)
But I need you.
보고싶어 (I miss you)
Please come back. ~excerpt from poem
Order Up, Elena Bishop
Order Up, Elena Bishop
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My enemy is my only friend, a chess game played on Sunday.
Mates having breakfast at Tom’s Diner, wondering whose picking up the check.
What happens when I start thinking; I end up going the wrong way.
I think he knows my next move; we stroll down State Street. ~excerpt from poem
Vegas, Rachele Ketchem
Camp Desertrock, Rachele Ketchem