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What Lies Ahead

By : March 10, 2021 Comments Off
This was it. The final obstacle between the knight, Merek, and the kidnapped princess. The tallest tower in all the land and all he had to do was scale it. Up, up, up to the window, several stories above his head and he’d have gotten further than all the other knights. Save for one. Merek spied the other knight’s crossbow bolts in the cobbled stone. Makeshift footholds, the knight Merek assumed as he wedged the toes of his boots where the uneven wall left spaces. To come so far, only to turn back? Merek could not fathom it. This other knight had brought back no princess and no explanation.  He reached the first crossbow bolt and looked back the way he’d come. Aster, his palomino mare no bigger than the
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Loves Me Not

By : March 9, 2021 Comments Off
“I like your hair.” You say to me. I shave my head that night when I go home and sweep the scraps into a plastic sandwich bag. I press it into your palm the next time you see me. (You love me) “I like your smile.” You tell me. I start with the baby tooth that didn’t have an adult tooth underneath it to grow up and push it away. I slide it across the table to you. By the time I get to my wisdom teeth, you’ve arranged my smile on the table. The barista calls your name for your coffee. “I’ll get it,” I say. The only sounds that make it out past my lips are the vowels. (You love me not) “I like your taste.”  There’s already
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Out of the Closet (and into the Fire)

By : February 7, 2021 Comments Off
I don’t think I ever considered being anything but proud. “Pride is one of the seven deadly sins, you know.” My utterly pure of heart, bible-thumping classmate once told me in our third-period history class. Unprompted. She looked so earnest when she held my gaze and told me, with such conviction, “It’s Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve.” At the time, I wasn’t entirely aware of the closet. I hadn’t been raised by or around any out LGBT people. I was at a loss for terminology or any markers of identification, of any sort, that would allow me to feel the strength of the communities this peer of mine decided I was a member of, other than the slurs other classmates called me across the hallway and in the
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