Watercolored Corn on My Shoulder
Steam fills my lungs as I powder punch the words over and again into my head. I want to say something poetic, but not intrusive. Something honest, but not…
Bright Lights
I stood on the pavement and watched as a puddle of rainwater periodically changed from shades of green to yellow, and yellow to red. It seemed the downpour had…
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I wipe the tears from my eyes with the sleeve of my sweatshirt. With my left foot resting on the ledge, I step up with my right. My whole body trembles, I do…