I used to think drowning wouldn't be so bad. But the cold seeps into your bones and roots there. The waves will sleep with you still. Drowning... it creeps up on you. It slips into your city, past the
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The strength of the ocean lives on inside of me. Tight-laced panels around my waist will never drain the saltwater from my veins, nor will high-heels ever rid me of my sea legs. I refuse to buckle
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Did he assume I wouldn't respond? Did he think that I would take one look at the narrow bifocals balancing at the tip of his pointed, ruddy nose, or glance down at
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into the garage, no more Buick or Honda, now driving his oldest grandchild and her babies between Wake Forest suburb and student seminary housing. No more museum of decapitated brooms, empty dusty
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In the midst of a village, South of Africa
When we all thought we have done our duty as mourners
Digging the grave, because there was no funeral plan
He died a sinner, from spiritual spell
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Two minutes before it happened, Maya and I lay in the middle of the hallway while the other six students paced and drank from the water fountain. With our brains jittery after the multiple-choice
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What is one thing that everyone has but none of them are the same? The easy answer is a story. Where can a story be found? It can be found anywhere, as Callie found out one night long ago. Callie was
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