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passerby raspy voice, like a demon begging for mercy. she waspasserby by ~EternalSunday
always a broken melody,
a puzzle
with no corner pieces.
i can see her,
drenched by the truth in her own
words, "i am just
a crack in the concrete,
marked
by the footsteps
of people like
you."


Retraction of Chlorophyll Longer nights,Retraction of Chlorophyll by ~WetKakashi
and shorter days,
Sinking towards the horizon,
the sun stretches itself against
pulsating veins retracting
from margins to petiole
to stems
unmasking
green


An Apple for the Teacher Her name was Miss Mills. She was twenty-two years old and fresh out of college, and my son was a student in her first ever kindergarten class. He fell in love with her on the first day of school. He never told me this, of course, but a mother always knows. He came home that first day and he sparkled as he told me everything that had happened, how Miss Mills had read them a story from a brightly colored picture book and how he had hung on her every word.An Apple for the Teacher by ~xoCaliGirl924ox
"And I want to get her an apple," he announced.
"An apple?" I asked. I was peeling grapes for his lunch the next day.
"Yes," he said, "it was in the book we read today. The kids, they


Stroke The letters playStroke by ~freerangepenguin
double-dutch with their spaces,
whirling in
and out of existence, catching
breaths mid-jump
with a semicolon, mid-word,
whirring by enough
times to make you dizzy as the day
you trickled to the floor,
phone in hand,
unsure how this whole dialing affair
should work, gasping
for enough strength
to mew help at a blank receiver
until I dropped
our groceries at your feet,
took you to the witch
who told you your smile
would always be this way
crooked
as my letters
you cant read anymore.


Frames My bike is a vintage 1973 Raleigh handed down to me by my father. The steel frame I use to bike those forty miles to and from class every day is the same one he used on his campus, way back in the Bronze Age. Sure, I've replaced the brakes, the shifters, the chain, the pedals, the wheels, and about half the rider, but the core of the thing is unchanged.Frames by ~Error732
It's only natural, then, that I was replacing the brake cable when I discovered them. I'd been inserting a Dremel bit to cut some sheathe when I thought to wear eye protection, and what should I find when rifling through the mess called my father's garage but a pair of glasses that could h


Efficiency I've always wondered howEfficiency by ~awbe57
you can tell yourself that it is reasonable
to wash paper cups and use them again.
You have never been the type who can accept
that some things belong only in the past.
I refuse to let you clip one more coupon.
Would you ever eat corrugated bran puffs
and how can you say you're saving money
when you buy anything and everything you have a coupon for?
Why can't I use the nice towels?
We never have guests anymore,
you don't like them because we have to clean
too much to prepare for their arrival.
And I've always wondered how you do that thing
where you wrinkle your nose.
That, you can keep doing.


Always Here See your blue eyes bleed with tears,Always Here by ~beyondweird
That tortured broken smile.
You know I'll always stand by you-
But hope can take a while.
Don't cry, my dearest emo kid,
At least, that's what they say.
You know I'll never leave your side-
That's never been my way.
I'm always here, no matter what,
I give to you my all.
So smile for me, and always know-
I'll catch you when you fall.

"I'll be new-baptized."
"Thou art thyself, though not a Montague."
"Deny thy father and refuse thy name!"
"...were he not Romeo called."
Tacking on a suffix, along the lines of `Mikipedia13.
Making a literary pun, as with `Bibliobibulus ("drunk on books").
Quoting a Latin expression, such as `VerbaManent ("words remain").
Building around the slogan 'Have GunWill Travel'.
"That which we call a rose..."
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