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Patchwork Fields, By: Mary Bone
Patchwork fieldsseen below.Crops growingrow upon row,reminding me of mom’squilt patternsblanketing the earth.
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Better Left Unsaid In My Opinion, By: Phillip Jordan
Hairpin skewed another moment spurned, didn’t the songs I send help, that jukebox is naïve. I thought I was of a strong sound mind and REM would make…
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A Rule-Breaking Sonnet, By: Hongwei Bao
I was a rule-breaker at school, callingthis boy’s name, pulling that girl’s hair,leaving a frog or two on the teacher’s desk.But Mr Wang, the new teacher, is no…
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Look Up, By: Joe Smith
Look up, look up. Look all around.You’ll see a picture, hear a sound,Without a filter, just a glance,You’ll find a moment that…
The Games We Played, By: Michael H. Brownstein
Nazis were of no consequence to us,preteens who did not understand that they really were,we the Jewish boys of Avers Street born…
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To Myself, By: Snigdha Agrawal
So, here you are…creased at the edges,laugh lines stitchedlike fine embroideryA tapestry of years folded into skinEach thread tightened by joy, grief,…