Tunnel Vision
There were ripples and rifts of time I could see in the corners of my eyes. Night had descended hours ago, and I couldn’t shake…
Author: Terri Deno
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War Child
War child—a painted flower on each cheeka symbol that is all too opulent, all too knowingfor this generation to understandthe grounds for dismissal are all…
August Days
Summer ends in the heady days of early Augustin the public school sense I still wallownot yet mature enough, not yet rich enough to make…
The Playbook of the Girl with Her Head Held High
delicious—the power of beautytrust, experience, thrive, elevate — be — what makes you rise?what’s your story?give us the killer edge to slay her playbook twists…
Iconic
Photo by israelbest/Pixabay Wrapped—grays and mists of color in the infancy of morningwaiting for the chill to burn off in the rising of the sunthis…
