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Poetry

Got Home Late

Came home late. and he had been here for a while, and he had made pork with onions. I know he did. I also know that he pan fried it, because the sweet, sweet aroma of that meaty musk; the tinge  ...

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Non-Fiction, Writing

Flipping

The truck cut me off so quickly I don’t even remember reacting. Something instinctual in me turned the wheel. It was too sharp. As soon as the car went airborne, the first thing I felt was a  ...

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