Literature

Bipolar

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I. A dove into a mirror; A crow into a tree. II. There is a word missing. —A.R. Chase     Archer Rose Chase…

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Bread

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doctors pure as angels, white as chefs peruse menus on clipboards,   their exhaustion mouthed in metric from a graveyard shift cuisine   measuring…

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Vacation

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Arizona was a dry attic we broke into. You told me how we entered in a window splitting under the weight of sunlight, how…

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September

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September 1st, 1939  If those who do not know history are doomed to repeat themselves, we are in a tornado. Turning vicious cycles. The…

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You said you love me by Maria Khan

My Apartment

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My apartment I’ve written so many poems about my little apartment, what’s one more? This poem is about the lady two floors up, who…

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