Hannah

Does anyone out there think I'm worth it? Would anyone listen to every little petty plea To every worry, every bit of self-condemning pity? These days I feel like curling ...

You've got me under your spell And we're riding towards hell; There's no turning back, though I'm not sure I'd want to. Hey, you break all the rules. Babe, you ...

I'm drinking my last hurricane, hoping this one will melt my brain. Watch the whores walk by in the summer heat with the short, short shorts that I'd love to ...

just as vowels space out consonants so we can understand words, great pastoral fields stretch between cities so we can understand: the breadth of the world, the lines that eddy ...

i never took paper outside when I was alone, but you crumpled my pages all in your bag and my hand in yours and we went out by the river. ...

I'm always describing something or other of yours. I think, "Maybe you are me -- I know every trace of a heartbeat you leave behind, and I follow the outline ...

Leo (his English name) told me the legend of the heart-shaped lake a long time ago. He told me that when he was in the military, he worked in an ...

People are people and honey is honey.

If clones of you could be made from any stray hair without your permission, would you keep yourself close?

to my mother

Self-defining essay by an eleven-year-old student who speaks English as a Second Language.

The rain comes down hard on Rydia and the forsaken YWSers.

My life is smeared across small places: hand mirrors, thimble heads, fingernails, clock feet. Awash.

word on stress

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