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Politics is an integral topic relevant to most Americans’ everyday lives, whether it be local, state,or national. The country was founded on political nature and how it plays in tune with the peopleliving in America. Additionally, Americans often have a …
The sun shines, as the moon fadesOne of us pines, as the other waitsThey all say that I should leaveGo in and out I should weaveBetween traffic, in between guysDo they speak truth, or spit lies?They say the world is …
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Five months since you charmed her with a smile and foolish joke.Three since you danced, your gaze fixed on her,the young woman unable to meet your eyes, trying not to submit to shaky knees.Only two since she became a ghost …
A farmer found the body. He was traveling down a little used dirt road, checking the perimeter of his cornfields, preparing for the fall harvest. The body was face down in the dirt. Stab marks littered its back. Runnels of …
October 27, 1986 The animated warble of the sportscasters’ voice carries through the room, and I’m sitting cross-legged on the floor watching game 7 of the World Series. My little sister Sally is painting her nails in her trademark red, …
Two more years Two more summers Two more Christmases Two more years Time is slipping Moments lost Tick tock tick tock Two more years 22 more months 96 more weeks 673 more days 16,140 more hours 968,449 more minutes 58,106,978 …
The waves are crashing against us now, love As we stand, feet in the sand, despite our lives Our hands suspended over the water, our names: The knife-blade sun slicing white through the blue The air tastes and whips as …
A tingly feeling as the rough grass brushes against my arm, and my fingers seem to easily run between the greenery sprouting from earth. What is Earth? She’s a birth, a big ball waiting to be molded, not shy to …
You could not have known how the moonlight lit your hair. You could not have seen the hope in your defiant glare. I wish you would have listened, to the voice you heard below – telling you it shimmered, like …