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I shared my first kiss with two boys, best friends. It’s a story I’ve told often, usually at someone else’s urging. I sacrificed my...

In search of supreme knowledge I found but a dew drop At dawn A A A   Michael Allen's work has appeared or is forthcoming in Bare Hands Poetry, the Nervous...

Freezing rain pinged the skylight after the late news, thanks to the Appalachians damming the air from New England.   Patti first hears the crack of the thin Bradford pear...

She tried to take deep breaths and think of what her happy place might look like if she had one, but she kept getting...

A Short Play * SETTING: The stage is bare except for an open shoebox center in a pool of light. AT RISE: The actors, there may be...

'Bohemian Lyrics Situator' is a bit of an inside joke, so the proper title is 'The Goodbye Song.' Even within my short, young life,...

I don’t know how many times I’ve circled your block looking for clues: lights on, cars in the parking lot, the dark form crossing the window.   I circle...

When the sun streamed through hair                                                                                                  ~ for Molly And dew sat pensive I thought, and thought Of how I could possibly go. How could I go…   The twilight...

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"As a woman, I'm expected to become a teacher or to stay at home to care after children. But that's not me. That's not the life that I wish to live. As the sixth out of ten children, I've decided I want to be my own person. And that's why I've come to this god-forsaken place."

Once there was a girl born quiet on these rolling hills, her throat dry, her lips and tongue gone tangled.   She listened well enough and learned...