Her hair was real black, an unnatural shade that Clairol advertised, with a fringe like Nico. She stood about 5’6, in her bare feet, but she looked taller. And she had swollen hips, but they were appealing. She was my friend. We fought tooth and nail, like Veronica and Betty or Joan Crawford and Bette [...]

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“I want to live in your camera, take a picture of my heart with yours.” Joseph Arthur-Evidence How do you like that Rebel? Remember that camera, the thousand dollar picture taker you came into my house and stole, ripped off, lifted. Do you get a high every time you click the shutter at someones body [...]

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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 Night I Lost More Than My Dinner Looking back, I was ready to pass the lei that summer. I was seventeen, newly in college, away from mom and dad, and it was SUMMER. . I may as well have put a sign around my neck: “My virginity. Take it. Then I won’t worry about [...]

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I want you to be someone like me, To fit in, to the land of opportunity. Caught in the illusion of time, I stop, resting on a dime. A spot to save,   the Collision of bound faith. BOUNDLESS am I,   to another’s eyes. Reckless despair, Protrudes from the pangs unclear. It was a listening, An [...]

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