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Last September I got my first buck. It was a 2 point and it was tan and dark brown and still had velvet on its horns. I gutted it myself. Its stomach felt warm inside and it was fun. I drove out in the back of my grandpa’s truck with my cousin and uncle and grandpa. We drove out to Princeton for a Squilx hunting camp. It was a big camp by the creek. The creek was COLD!. We left at 4 in the morning. The sky was dark and blue outside, it was also cold. We were hunting until…

The world crashed and swirled around the small coach. Inside the coach, four of the brightest men in the whole of Roiland sat shivering against the cold. One of the four men decided to speak. “Excuse me, Mr. Swanson?” The man looked nervous, and rightfully so. The man known as Mr. Swanson raised his head slowly and deliberately, as though the man speaking was not worth his attention. His sapphire-like blue eyes seemed to glare at the man for an instant, although the look was instantly gone and replaced by a look of softness. “Yes, Mr. Gamble?” Mr. Swanson’s silky…

It was twilight; the sun had set and the mountains were bathed in an ominous blue glow. I was walking my dogs - a German shepherd and a short haired Chihuahua – we were walking the normal route to the beach; through a ravine and a small field. I have never walked to the lake this late before, truth be told I was scared. Every now and again Sparky (the German shepherd) would run off barking, I didn’t think nothing of it because she is a strange dog and she often runs off barking. I was coming out of the…

Aren’t they odd?
he’ll take it to heart
to rip you apart
on a whim
so strong
so simple
the curve of a dimple
the wink of a blue eye
swaggerin’
baggy jeans
not so tough as he seems
on gleaming muscles
voices raised
fighting praised
laughter dominates
boy crushin’
cheeks blushin’
gone lovin’

yesterdays Picture failed, though the eyes were perfect
still walk in those days past
emotionally confused
dazzled and used
people look deep
not deep enough to see
words never meant enough
until meant for her
feelings lost
until felt for her
where am i again?
Find me.
disconnected thought like an out of body experience except permanent-discarding the confines of ‘normal’ like an old coat.
breathing fresh crisp air
Awake, Aware
Its good to feel something.

After being trapped in the mansion for three days, Carla’s Christmas wasn’t looking so merry. The staff was getting irritable and not caring to the guests needs as they should. Her grandmother had recently passed away so now she, her parents, and her brother were snowed in in Montana. “Mom, this isn’t Christmas. We’d go to Grammy’s house with the whole family to enjoy the holidays; here we’re just one of four random families, sharing meals with people we don’t know.” “I know them fairly well now, Barbra has a son who’s serving overseas, and George lost his wife four…

That word, the acknowledgement of my
existence, my presence
Did it mean anything?
Or was he just being
polite?

Walking home, I saw him
“Hey” I heard
unexpectedly
“Hey” I said back, looking
up

It was him
of all the places
here
of all the times
now
I saw him

I kept walking, letting the realization come to
me
I saw him
and all I said was, “hey”

The one person who is always there for me; Following me, Scaring me. The one person who does whatever I do; Copying me, Frustrating me. My fair weather friend; There when it’s sunny, but ditches me on cloudy days. The one person who plays with me; Dances under the street light, Puts on shadow puppet shows. The one person who helps me; Remove glare from the light, So I can see my book without squinting. Why can I never hug you? Why can I never hold your hand? Why must you run when I try to catch you? Why do…

Speak out,
Speak louder
No one’s listening.
But I wish they would
I wish they would hear the silent screams of the children,
I wish they would listen to the wise words of the old,
Instead of ignoring there cries.
I wish they watched
The words that escape
Our words, our pens, our pencils and our minds.
Maybe they do listen,
And they pretend they don’t care.
But with every scream we voice.
They die a little inside.
And soon they will be a mess.
And they will care.
And we will be heard.
We will be heard.