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Tue, 15.10.2024

BLADES by C.K. Williams

When I was about eight, I once stabbed somebody, another kid, a little girl.I’d been hanging around in front of the supermarket near our houseand when she walked by, I let her have it, right in the gap between her shirt and her shortswith a piece of broken-off car antenna, I used to carry around […]

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Poetry Corner

Our mothers, when asked may speak of us in terms of our accomplishments. My daughter is a flower shedding buds of brown babies. She holds two diplomas in her fist as... FEMINISM by Carolyn Rodgers.
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