Tag Archives: Kristine Brown

private schools and sports clubs

I don’t believe it’s worth mentioning as I stir and jab this plastic straw into my caramel whirlpool. But I think I’ll shudder less if I pull at my ears. “How do you make your drinks?” I am always walking … Continue reading

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catching the nest

I saw a man in an ironed shirt and he smiled at me, hurried. I knew this was just another way of saying “good morning” without straining those cords he’d probably put to work in the face of stubborn brick … Continue reading

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news of last night

My geographic tongue has struck the moonlit roof decayed from the muck of an overblown stomach somersaulting soundlessly. Their frequencies drive my mind across those train tracks rumors claim she ate though open photo albums suggest inconclusiveness. So hardly the … Continue reading

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aligned by a garbage bin

Someone once told me that an ocean away, a python took liberty beneath the weight of rubber cement in overcast backpacks. WD-40’s a powerful drug. But it doesn’t do the trick in sanding the surface of the fear reflected from … Continue reading

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campaign trail

There are days when I feel that it’d be best to rent a single room at my local Marriott. It would be for just a night and I’d lie barefoot, rubbing my toes on some fancy tweed chair. Helicopters arguing … Continue reading

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