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Poems for the Devil

Dr. Horne was the Devil, literally, the Devil. We figured this because of his profound laugh, causing the classroom to quake at Read More

Emblazon

Clock in, clock out—that about summed up my workdays, since I lost track of everything else that occurred in between. Historians claimed Read More

Your Kind of Thing

In our bedroom, darkness welcomed silence. I would stare out of the window into the neighborhood lights emanated by its street lamps, Read More

June, It’s Me

They sped a derelict car through a bleak road entangled by perched autumn trees, limp branches reminding them of their dejection—dangling for Read More

Nobody Cares

When it poured outside, gloom slowly struck my father like a chisel knocking against his finely tapered temples. I imagined it, every Read More