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Misguided Ghosts
My grandpa died in 2021. I wrote a series of poems and prose, hoping he might hear my calling from the grave, that he might appear in moments of debilitating so…
Novi Martinez7 min readDboy
Scramble, coke, or smack.. Keep them junkies coming back. The dope so good she damn near had a heart attack. You sold her scramble, coke, and smack.. I’ll proba…
Jalyn Jo · 1 min · Poetry · Lyrical
The Ride In
Vignettes into each neighborhood morning blur by as the train motor whirrs. The clicking and bumping of the tracks count down in non equal increments to each st…
Little Flute · 8 min · Non-Fiction · Personal Essay
Static Reflections
I wake before the crow of the rooster shatters the solace of dawn. It was luck that granted me the transition from swing shift to mornings at the Paper Mill whe…
Novi Martinez · 9 min · Fiction · Suspense
Zone 18
Stepping over needles hidden in the weeds of my grandparents' front yard. Watching the boys on the corner smoke sour diesel, we are equal. Sitting between my au…
Jalyn Jo · 4 min · Non-Fiction · Memoir
The Walls
⚠A Play
CHARACTERS TIM: Middle aged male, maybe late forties, average weight and height, white, default face with generic features. Prefers exclusively dark roast coffe…
Novi Martinez · 18 min · Playwriting · Satire
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Static Reflections
I wake before the crow of the rooster shatters the solace of dawn. It was luck that granted me the transition from swing shift to mornings at the Paper Mill whe…
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