Tag: David Irizarry
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“Open Your Eyes”
– By Nate McKenna Do you want to hear a secret? Listen closely before I lose it Close your eyes and hear my voice Your dreams are not dreams, they are a choice A choice if you are willing to take Pause for a moment and take a break Think about what you dreamed of…
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How Did We Grow Apart?
– by Erin Dunn Twin pillars sitting on the carpet, backs pressed against beige walls, voices low and tears suppressed. One begging the other to stay and to speak. The boy tells the girl of that afternoon when their father took her away for a drive. When alone, the boy and their mother sink their…
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The Dance of the Flame
– by Ayasha Cantey Every evening I light a candle, the flame watches me slowly and intently. Its shadow dances around the room, while I sit encompassed in a book. It watches as my eyebrows scrunch in confusion and despair. It notices that faint glimmer in my eyes. It watches me lose myself in these…
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“Surfside Visions”: A Short Story
– by Erin Dunn The old harbor docks creaked in the summer wind. A steadfast centerpiece of activity, ripe with people and boats, seagulls and silver fish. Hulls knocked against wooden planks and ropes slapped against decks. A vibrant hum of life sounded from amidst the waves. The symphony beckoned to passersby, a moonlit sonata…
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Please Respond
– by Miriam Da Ponte A friend of mine once confessed to me, “I’m not saying I’m going to drive my car into a post myself, one of these days. But if I did get into a car accident and don’t make it? I’d be happy to go, that’s for sure.” Sometimes I think of…
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What is My Superpower?
– By Sara Anastasi I am a perfectionist. I set an example of responsibility, independence, and ambition. In short, being the big sister essentially means I’m a complete nutcase. I’m anxious, I’m scared to fail. I was the self-sufficient, unproblematic child. I needed to be. In a household where two-thirds of the children are intellectually…
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art by Ayasha Cantey
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The Farmer and the Wanderer – Darren J. Del Duca
I was born in a small town in the Northeast, and for the first decade of my life, I was fascinated with every new thing I saw. I had become captivated when I saw my first train or when I learned in school that there were numbers that were less than zero. Though this childlike…
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I’m Hungry – Alyssa Ednie
I couldn’t stop. Needed to consume every morsel. Seized fistfuls of food. Stuffed handfuls of red sauced rigatoni. Saw nothing, thought nothing, just a primal need to chew, eat everything. I couldn’t stop. I grabbed red wine. Chugged it. Half fell down my chin. Splattered across skin and clothes. I couldn’t stop. A baptism of…
