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Joshua Tree Blooms
By Liz Miller
You can't listen to just any music in the desert. You need music to think by. |
Homecoming
By Kate Cunningham
I was just passing through, but all that changed the night I got a flat tire.
Things Given
By Susan Kath
On the nights I spend alone, I sleep with the telephone near my head, just in case.
I Like to Travel
By Derek Powazek
People who like to travel love to play the wanderer, visitor, and even the victim.
Letterman on Acid
By Lance Anderson
My mind and body were beginning to separate. In fact, my mind seemed to have a mind of its own.
High Maintenance
By Caleb Clark
I can still hear the sound of her idle – a sexy rumble like a mischievous cat.
Toothbrush Envy
By Don Bruns
Late one night I went home, crept into the bathroom, and did something violent.
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The Scar
By Derek Powazek
I decided, then I was only twelve, that being Jewish sucked.
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Exposed
By Dori Mondon
Everyone came to get naked, immortalized with our clothes off.
Abridged Virgin
By J. Tarin Towers
By the time I hadn't slept with Judas, I knew it was time to do something drastic.
Tested
By Michelle Compton
Two friends became infected. One was an ex-lover. I started getting nervous.
The Tree
By Derek Powazek
I couldn't wait to see them brown and dry on the sidewalks. I was that way about Christmas.
Lost
By William Hilf
When you're a fiend, time is only a collection of numbers. That time is lost.
Our Lady of Sorrows
By Magdalen Powers
Sometimes it's not the quality of the disasters that counts, it's the quantity.
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Fair-Weather Wriends
By Matthew Conover
The people here are as hidden as snow-obstructed houses.
Smoking
By Derek Powazek and You
How I started. What it was like. How I quit.
Home for the Holidays
By Drue Miller
In one week, I'll be back in the room I grew up in. I hate that room.
Vinyl Fetish
By Lance Arthur
In memory of the long-playing, black vinyl, single-grooved record album.
The Perfect Cup of Coffee
By Alex Massie
Coffee is a lifestyle so omnipresent that we don't even notice that people who drink the stuff are weird.
The Big Three-Oh
By Drue Miller
Never trust any-one over thirty. Even if that includes yourself.
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