Einstein
Here I sit in core class thinking about nothing and everything as I always do. Mrs. Wyneken is writing something […]
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I Hear America Rusting
All the fluorescent lights tonight try to buff the dark to a shine in the rec centers and the laundromats
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The Visit
“Haven’t just sat and talked in a while,” my father says as he wheels a low chair to my side.
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Who Am I?
I have eaten all your almonds because you left them on the counter. A better person would not have done
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The Last Look
At the beach The last moment Watching the waves That crash against The sand My dad watching over me Like
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I Say Cathedral When I Mean Gunpowder
Over winter break, Frank put a shotgun in his mouth and killed himself in his mother’s home, which was not