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It Was Just a Joke
Your black tights are snug on your ankles. You pluck at a loose thread coming undone on the side of...
Immigration
My father looked up at me,
the lines around his eyes mapping the route he and my mother took to come to a country that...
My Pengu
“Last chance! If I haven’t received a promise letter from you, then you won’t be able to take home a penguin from my...
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My mother says she misses home
And I can see whole villages collapsing in her eyes
And though her skin is silky like the waters that...
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This was an entry in the 2017 Writing & Photo Contest.
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This was an entry in the 2017 Writing & Photo Contest.
Eight roses
Summer’s sultry sun glistens over Ludhiana, a metropolitan city in the heart of Punjab, India. The mid-July afternoon is sticky and hot. Tall...
Wave
“This is our army base,” Josh says. He pushes a crumbling pile of snow towards me.
My black mittens already soak through, freezing my fingers....
ghosts
i cannot believe how many days i spent
plucking petals off of flowers,
trying to see if you loved me
only to realize i was ripping something...