Abuelo is dying.
He has been dying for a while, some odd quantity of months.
I have learned that like plants, humans can wither so quickly.
One day, we are so healthy our flowers are fully
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Splatter woke up to her alarm. She sat up and stretched, looking at the time and smiling as she saw she was a few minutes ahead of schedule. Getting out of bed, she headed towards her closet and ... [+]
The murmuring of nobles filled the theatre. The stage was unfamiliar: marbled floors, stone pillars that seemed to reach the heavens, rounded ceilings adorned with paintings of Gods and Goddesses ... [+]
I used to be shiny. I used to be plump. I used to be ready to bounce and float to my heart's content. I was made to please: blown up with the air of a smiling clown, and twisted to become an animal of ... [+]
The door slammed shut as the kid, a teenager soon to graduate high school, leaves the house. This isn't an old house, nor is it a new one. It has been there for what seems like ages surrounded by the ... [+]
I wonder if black children
are tender headed because of ghost follicles
rooted long long
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Mom came to America, hungry for a slice of the American dream. Her first bite was a man from Texas, a recent divorcée who was sweet, with an aftertaste of debt. Still, America was the "shining City ... [+]
Holi of hypocrites
I use tears of abandoned....
Blue is mah color...
I play Holi
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It was the end of summer.
The sun grew into a large, old asphalt ball that tardily melted down. Waves of heat rose off the ground, and the figures of Nguyet and her aged horse weaved slowly within
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Never mind the flying daggers, the billow of crows
tugging the glazed horizon. Songs of witches
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"The fifth wave of Covid is hitting Hong Kong. Over 12,000 confirmed cases awaiting hospitalization. People rushed to public hospitals by different public transports." The news report from my ... [+]
do you still think of me
the way I think of you?
a lost friend, a fallen fate,
a far-off
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1) It is late-night, and nearly morning, you're returning home with an oil light. It warms your cold left hand. You think it as usual: it's better than none. You start to count how much you just ... [+]
It is a sweet night, with good sleep,
That I have been a year
Not hopping in the dream, but
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there's this girl who visits me
i call her Gwen.
i don't know where she came from
but there
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