Keys lost in the pile
drawer shuts on folded mail
door slams too quickly
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Lori A. A.
Writer, Teacher exploring identity, human behavior, and life between cultures.
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The Rose at the Table
Today is International Women's Day. A day we celebrate how far women have come. And they have gone the distance. But we also remember the women before, and the women of the present, who still remain the the beautiful rose on the table.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin5 days ago in Poets
Becca
"Everything is so... flat." Denille said stupidly as she looked around her new neighborhood. She looked around at the muted desert where even the smallest sign of life seemed to have given up. The plant life was shrubs that were half cooked by the heat and where there should have been a lawn, a mess of white rocks laid glistening in the sun. Even the sky looked stretched thin, like the sun had ironed it smooth. She’d moved from Riverside, where at least there were hills, but here in Barstow, everything felt baked and brittle.
By Sara Wilson8 days ago in Fiction
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Rushed mornings can be rather hectic!
Been there! Hate running late. Great haiku :)