• Graduation Day

    It dawns like a day Of impending doom: I stand on the cracked second-floor corridor And stare at the rusty bars Of the three-decade-old balcony. A guttural prayer escapes my chapped lips For I ...

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    Graduation Day
  • A Fat Girl Thing

    hanging over a hunk of ham, of flesh a slice of the delicatessen in my fever dreams slices, and chunks ripples of sinfully sweet saccharine and corn dripping and my senses climax ...

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    A Fat Girl Thing
  • Jihad: Another Sunday Morning

    reckoning has come my mama tells me that I am a heretic that I’d rather wear my unwashed denim cut-offs than kiss the feet of elevated saints Sunday morn is a struggle when I’d rather keep ...

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    Jihad: Another Sunday Morning
  • Shoes

    The soles antediluvian of my hollow being sustain with silent patience, or patient silence, the blunt end of your insecurities and neuroses. Have you ever thought of the beatings I get from ...

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    Shoes
  • Coffee Break

    I love coffee. This is a simple declaration of fact. I am not saying that I love coffee as a last resort to resurrect a dying showbiz career as an endorser for this amphetamine-loaded brew. Neither ...

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    Coffee Break

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