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Bliss in a Bottle | Avni Kansara A steady rivulet of potent liquid flowed downstream from my open orifice to the pit of my being, the sponge-like pores absorbing every drop. A thick cloud enveloped my wounded soul. I was a baby in my mom’s arms again if only for a while. 40 | Red Wheelbarrow
Not so Changed | Jose Acevedo Another fight. It was only a matter of time. The fights between us were inevitable. Sure we’d get along fine for a few weeks, but it seemed like it was only a build up of tension until the next fight occurred. In our time together I’d changed from the way I used to be: jealous, possessive, combative, “a freak of nature,” as she would say, etc. I can recall times after a fight when I’d followed her, or stalked as she liked to call it, downtown and found her in a club talking to some guy at the bar, in that flirty way women do in order to get free drinks. That was one of the times I was bothered by her actions. Not to mention the time I caught her walking out of a club with some guy, well behind the crowd of girls she was there with. It all happened just as he put his hand on the small of her back right above her ass. I remember it feeling like my fuse had been snipped and lit, and as a result of my explosion, the guy ended up on the receiving end of a severe beat down. He got some good shots in while we were standing, nothing I couldn’t handle, but once I got on top of him I clearly got the best of him, and he would remember me every time he looked in the mirror for the following weeks. She said he was her cousin’s boyfriend, but I didn’t believe her. If he was her cousin’s boyfriend, then why was the group of girls that her cousin was with so far ahead of just the two of them straggling behind? And why would he put his hand on her back like that? After all was said, or done, I should say, I ended up in a pair of handcuffs in the back seat of a smelly patrol cruiser. After that, it was a wonderful Santa Clara County jail cell for the next six months. Of course she wrote to me, accepted my phone calls, sent the occasional money order, and probably felt bad about the circumstances I was in, but I knew that she was out there adhering to her desires and animal instincts. After all, it was summer time, and why would she let my situation of incarceration affect her freedom and free will? The way she saw it, I had abandoned her by my putting myself in the predicament I was in. I couldn’t blame her though. I was the one who let my emotions get the best of me and beat that guy down. When I finally got out of jail she thought we could stay together, and we tried. It worked out well for a while, but then the fighting started up again. She’d go out, and I’d be miserable wondering what it was she was up to. I even began stalking her again, as she called it, like I did in the beginning. Now, however, the situation was different. I’d matured a bit. You know, I’d gone back to school, had been working a steady but lousy job as a barista, and had gotten off probation. I guess you could say that I didn’t want to get back on either. This time I wasn’t going to revert back to my old ways. My thoughts of what she was doing still ate me up inside, but I Red Wheelbarrow | 41
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Page 27 and 28: A Boy and His Bike | Helena Grunwal
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Escape from Uganda | Shoba Rao Nove
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kept his eyes on the chessboard.
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“Will you marry me tonight, Soni
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I twisted some arms to be put in a
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Joann Andrushko: In your poem “Gi
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Ruth Rabin: How did you write? Did
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the poems I wasn’t writing them t
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soldier I met on a different base,
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ecause I didn’t really show my ca
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They train you. It helped me sort o
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W’s War | Esmeralda Bustos Saddam
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The Brave Boy | Gerri Tiernen He wa
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Canyon Land | Lauren Catron Telepho
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Years Pleat Us | Hilary Strain The
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A River of Cottons | Paul Edison A
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By the Hair of His Chinny Chin Chin
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“Does he always wear that coat?
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night and went their separate ways.
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salt. His hands were wet and sweat
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