Half Life

My bullet has been eroding into my spinal cord for the last ten years, the sandbar under my feet slipping away..

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Dear Barbie Arm on the Corner of Fifth and Market,

This isn’t about you. It isn’t about the Barbie you once belonged to, or the kid that Barbie might still belong to. It isn’t about my own kid’s Barbies...

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Agape

Your love wasn’t conditional – It was trapped inside a heart afraid to beat out loud. It was off in the distance.

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On My Doorstep

When I unfold the paper there’s what appears to be a bunch of feathers. As I reach for them I discover it’s a bird’s wing.

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Firewood

The sand is raked perfectly into lines of dried ravines. Water in the tetsubin, ready for gyokuro.

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Post-Mortem

I sigh with the tree. The tears sprout from my eyes, dripping onto the tangled roots beneath.

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Dreamers Magazine Issue 10

We're pleased to announce the release of Issue 10 of the Dreamers Magazine, including the winners of our FLASH Contest. Get your copy now!

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Kym Nacita Poetry Collection

Lying in bed. I kiss his lips. Trying to taste the ocean I was born into but he is not home. Not even close.

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Enter the Place and Home Writing Contest

Submit your stories of migration and/or your sense of place, of home or lack of, and your empathy to the plight of migrants around the world.

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Results of the 2021 Dreamers Flash Contest

Congratulations to the winners of the 2021 Dreamers Flash Fiction and Nonfiction Contest. There were so many incredible stories this year!

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Elevator Pitch

The hypnotic tingling draws her inward. Her mind starts humming a tune she never dreamed of singing.

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Dislodging the Hook

My uncle once brought me fishing at his gun club, another family conspiracy to masculinize me. We were deep in what some locals call Swamp Yankee territory...

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A Chunk of Ice Tumbling in a Thunderstorm

We are in my girlfriend’s apartment in Lawrence, a room of white walls and carpet crisscrossed with fresh vacuum trails...

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Collapse

Dark hair matted to the little girl’s head. Her lips were dried and cracked; her eyes sunken. Despite her olive-toned skin, she was pale.

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Sprinkling Fairy Dust

With trembling hands, Millie gently removed the lid of the urn and exhaled with the first release of gray powder.

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Shadow

She could choose, at least, which parts of him to cherish, and which parts to use as examples of how not to behave.

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Down to a tea

Sit, sip, start again, from when our moments were simple and sweet, like the people we ideally chose to become.

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Lay it Down

Its white wings spread wide against a crystal blue backdrop and I smile, knowing you are smiling, too

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