“she walked across the sand
laced with empty soda cans.
I am the hidden hero.”
“I hear pounding.
A war coming my way.
No one notices my fight
even if I am strong.
I am the hidden hero.”
“there’s a town.
west of a french quarter.”
“The decrepit mansion, guarded by extra-weepy willow trees, was haunted Haley O’Connor.”
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“My blanket, mi cobijita, flew through the Colombian sky and landed safely in a package from my mother’s childhood friend. A week later, the precious gift stroked my rosy hands at birth.”
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“Her wistful affections are silken and blurred in my
heart. We call her
’Nostalgia.’”
“If anyone could shapeshift, it’d be them, transitioning effortlessly from boy to girl and back again, eventually landing somewhere in the muted middle.”
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“Reading names of men I never knew,
blurring as I stare into myself,
they came to rest in me.”
“Red faces yell in German. Not the kind
that the young Berlin entrepreneurs shout
into freshly bought iPhones, but the old German
that’s lost to an age pre-World Wars.”
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“Are you recording her?” I asked.
“Yes. Yes. Look at her, she looks like a crazy person,” she replied with a laugh.
These words will never leave me and will always be my nightmare as long as I’m alive.
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“Preheat the oven to 425° (so the dragon will cook all the way through).”
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“I am a Honduran woman con sangre de Lempira,
from the brown eyes to the luscious curls;
from the roll of tongues to la Punta,
Honduran blood runs through us.”
“Scrolling through the posts,
I await my sister's call, while
Mother Nature
exhales a 5 o’clock breeze.”
“In Maycomb, Alabama,
my father is a prominent lawyer defending a man whose life is on the line”
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“A wind begins to blow. It is born as a wispy breeze, and soon grows to a bolder, stronger gale. It travels across lands, picking up scents and sights and textures, and stories.”
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“I didn’t need to see his face to know it was him. Who else would have little hand-drawn cartoons I could recognize anywhere sticking out of their back pocket?”
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“If you were to see me, even though you cannot, you would think I’m fifteen. I cannot remember being any younger, and I will never grow any older. I have been fifteen for centuries. Centuries, time I do not measure. For what is time to me if I am forever fifteen?”
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“The town I live in is tough. It’s the kind of town that no one visits, that might not even be on the map.”
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“The deer’s eyes are what frighten me most about it…”
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