The picked on chicken bones
Are getting doses of their own
And they know they can’t do anything about it
So they cry about it… mais 16 palavras
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The Road
By: Emma O’Neill-Dietel
Smith College, MA, USA
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The road was too wide. Natalie’s favorite Willie Nelson song was playing at top volume, yet Jessie could still hear Erin crunching on potato chips a few inches away from her ear. mais 2.161 palavras
In Season
By: Emma Sachs
Agnes Scott College, GA, USA
It began, I think, with the fruit trees. The ones planted by my father, holes dug by hand, in a last attempt to woo my mother into marrying him. mais 3.310 palavras
Maybe Someday - No. 2
We’ll walk barefoot until we’ve lost our way back. You’ll tell me about the summer you spent in Athens and show me the scar on your elbow. mais 55 palavras
{ pre-order announcement: Ghost Arson (poems, Barton Smock, 62 pages, Kung Fu Treachery Press) }
Ghost Arson is my first full-length collection of poetry (62 pages) and is set for release December 2018 via Kung Fu Treachery Press.
book is 15.00… mais 67 palavras
Red
I was supposed to be sleeping – but instead I looked out of the window at the planet I was to call home. It had been a dream since I was old enough to understand the stars, I had wanted to walk its red sands for as long as I could remember. mais 21 palavras
