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By Katrina Chanice I The house looked alive under the orange glow of the lanterns. Every window pulsed with the heat of the music, every wall stretched with shadows in motion. My annual Halloween party had become something of a legend amongst my friends; an evening where the respectable loosened their collars, the quiet ones
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By Katrina Chanice Date Night “You’re everything that I’ve been searching for. And there’s no need for me to search no more. Come into my room. Don’t be late to my room” – Meeting In My Bedroom by Silk Monica sat at the bar reading the apologetic text that her husband of 5 years had sent
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By Katrina Chanice A SOUTHERN SALUTE “Grandma’s hands…clapped in church on Sunday morning. Grandma’s hands…played a tambourine so well. Grandma’s hands…used to issue out a warning.” – Grandma’s Hands by Bill Withers Tylertown, Mississippi 1915 AD -The Hidden King- He walked in with sweat dripping on the rustic wooden floors that creaked an inch louder with
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“Can we embrace each other… while the moon gives light… can we make a pact to stay together forever… forever together” – More by Silk Not in a million years did I think that I’d be sitting beside Bryan with a Cuban cigar in one hand and a Tom Collins in the other while watching
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