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 “Chapbook to Online”The stapled spine once helda handful of pages,ink pressed into paperlike a secret carried in pockets.Hands exchanged the... [read more] |
 and the day may come again when only the road will call to me when all else fails... [read more] |
 Drifting away from reality to be safe in your own world, your own mind. Does this place exist? Can it exist? Happiness, calmness, not worryi... [read more] |
 There once was a man named Rex A fascinating man, so complex Sometimes would feel superior At other times inferior To others who... [read more] |
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There was a young man named Hassan Who one morning went to the john While he was in the can Someone said 'He's Afghan' ICE was called,... [read more] |
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Because she held no grievance to protest, Sister Dorothea Maria wondered that the span of her spiritual gaze did not fully function (well, s... [read more] |
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"running into the mirror" You keep chasing after him— feet blistered on asphalt, lungs bargaining with the night. Every... [read more] |