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Six Word Novels

The Mirror: Was, I am, will La migra, coyote, where you going? Demon cat, East LA street cat Holly would, land of the disposable. Neon breasts, and fake plastic packages Girly man, manly girl, me Arnold! Selling Oranges on Artesia … Continue reading

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Gentle*men

“Gentle*men  .   .   . “         Being that you are reading this already puts you on a higher plane of existence than the reactionary trolls who make these fascist laws against women like the present Senate version … Continue reading

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Native Essence (Tienageratie Orenda)

Soy, I am

The essence,

Iroquois,

The day before the dark Bush cloud

Mi Tierra, my life

Now the father sky,

Is dark upon my bleached face,

Mi sangre, the river,

Death from above,

The day of the dark Bush cloud

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Native Essence (Tienageratie Orenda)

Mi Tierra, my life
Before the Bush cloud took it,
Now the father sky,
Is dark upon my bleached face,
Mi sangre, the river,
Death from above,
The day of the dark Bush cloud
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Rihyad moonlight

Tense stillness of moonlight,
Screams of striping nocturnal flesh,
Hands clenched, on wet bloodsand winged Sultans of Sulphur
glistening against the walls of madness
as they build their walls of male madness into the sky
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Rights, Rages and Drunks

Allow me to break this down into smaller pieces for those of us whose Hippocampus, synapses, and other major components
of the human limbic system are tightly wound to their Gluteus maximus. We live and make decisions constantly. Some people
drive drunk and kill. We live and make decisions, period. Continue reading

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