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Rasham’s Father

By  Mohamed Farshad  ‘It had been raining. I had just got back, all drenched and ready to hear my mother nagged for the hundredth time about me being home late from practice. But I didn’t care. Nothing mattered by that point, and my mother and time were the least of my concerns. I had my heart broken, and all I could think of was the crack left somewhere in my chest. ‘I went straight to the kitchen and didn’t bother turning on the lights. Somehow, I felt comforted by the darkness. It kind of… enveloped me. Like a hug....

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Mommy’s Heart

By  Joshua Sheets Baby I am sorry for the screaming in your head, And I know sometimes you wish that I was dead. I try to calm the Demons that are tearing you apart. My precious little girl with hatred in your heart. I know you think I hate you when I do the things I do, But trust me when I say the things I do, I do for you. I wish that I could give you chicken soup and make you well. It’s hard to be a mommy when your baby lives in hell. I know it...

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Echoes of Africa

By  Hannah Hooton Cry though often the heart yearns For its open arms; Its dusty spirit blows through me still And soothes me so For Africa echoes in me. Blind though often the eye seeks For the horizon-hazed; God’s masterpiece of colours burning the sky Remain undiluted For Africa echoes in me. Breathe though often the scent is weak To revive gasping chasms; Lingers still the dusty rains of promise that life Endures and endures For Africa echoes in me. Savour though often the taste still craved Its wood-smoked bounty; Re-enact the festivities rejoiced from its feasts To sate...

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Purple Plastic Tambourine

By  Lindsay Krause The year was 1996, the same year that the animated Disney film The Hunchback of Notre Dame was released. Having the typical middle-class American upbringing, McDonald’s toys had a substantial level of importance in my childhood. At that point I was still an only child, so I treasured my plastic companions. Mom and I were living in St. Clair with her new boyfriend Steve, and second-grade me acquired a purple plastic tambourine after somehow digesting a McNugget Meal. I would later learn that the golden chunks of meat consisted of the affectionately named “Pink Slime”. The...

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