When I was young I believed I would keep the same friends forever. My very first friend was a boy named Charlie. Charlie lived across the street in one of the better kept track houses that we all owned. Charlie’s family had dichondra while most of us had crabgrass. Dichondra is fancy one leaf round [...]

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I woke up, startled out of sleep. My dreams haunting me, they were always of her. The way her hair fell against her slender shoulders, the way her hips swayed when she walked. My feet hit the cold cement floor, reminding me that I was hiding. Hiding from everyone. I walked across the room, towards [...]

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Daddy was already dressed with his leather bible in his hand when my brothers and I woke around 8:30. Church clothes were shirt, a tie and a pair of black “Payless,” shoes. Perhaps I would own a pair of “church shoes” like daddy when I get older as opposed to the “multipurpose” shoes I wore [...]

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The New Writers Review “ecstatic beat” Author: Stevie Ray Robison Reviewed by: Nicole E. Turiano Everyone toils with their own personal demons, and as a poet, a writer has a remarkably poignant way to walk in the shoes of his or her very own shadow and unleash to the world a secret that only they [...]

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She walks into the banquet room of the Château de Versailles feeling out of place Such a refined lady with skin as soft as a doe’s coat Pearls that dangle above her swan-like neck Eyes so tranquil, flutter like butterflies in a garden A woman who floats from room to room unaware of everyone’s presence [...]

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