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Restrictive Rant
Those horns just sprouted because of you. Read more
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After the rain
A whistle blew, splash! Chaos. Read more
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The Homeplace
In homage to the forestIts heavy shadowsDeep and darkGreener than green,even when the sun is brightand the begonias bloom deep red.Bits of grass, spindly and fine, grow around the river of moss in dotsLike cattails before they’re cutThe bells of the foxglove ring and ring and ringWhen the air moves soft electric Blue Morning glories… Read more
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Deadfall Yard
I’m learning what will grow, and what will grow successfully. Read more
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Why I Became a Teacher
Her leopard, high heeled mules sure footed in the gravel. Read more
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My Origin Story
We’ve seen you coming for a long time now. We cast the calling spell. We been waiting for you.” said Florie.
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Chapter 4 from a really old unfinished novel: Imago, a Fictitious Memoir
No one needed or really wanted to ask about the classroom gore of the morning, letting go and moving on were what teachers had been trained to do.
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Black Ties
You have to stay here. We can’t let you leave the bar, you might tell someone of our predicament.
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Sister Karma
God, if you say one more weird thing about something, I’m gonna “thoat punch” you.
Devonne Brown 