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Global Warming by Scott Vogel
Hot all night and no one can sleep.
I see neighbors on their porches
panting wolf-like at the moon.
It’s even too hot to try a walk.
It’s 1978, air conditioning exists
but not in our ghetto neighborhood.
Retrieval by Allison Goodnight
Fixated on boobs, I sketched my way through Sister Mary Francis’ fourth grade. While the rest of the class was learning how to add triple columns of numbers, I was sketching top-heavy femme fatales baring lots of cleavage.
Read moreDandelion by Veronika Barnes
I sat quietly at the Omni Commons in Oakland, CA, biting my nails and shifting my weight in my seat every few minutes. As I waited for the Green Windows monthly writing workshop to begin, I was nervous.
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