Author: thearrowrock
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That day you revealed your true intentions; I saw the sun. You saw the sun years ago and tried to hide in its shadows. Yet You Failed. You spent so long thinking you were safe in its shadow that you never realized you were being burned, That the sun saw you. You can lie to…
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Her mother had diedso she inherited the house.She was a nice lady,energetic and bright.The daughter was,not the mother.She liked that we stayed together as a group,my older sister and me watching the younger three.She said we could play in her backyard any time wewanted.She was often not there,she had her own house and her own…
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[The man, John, sits alone in a dim apartment. He nurses half a cup of coffee, piping hot. He stares straight ahead. Rain fall heavy against the windows, and the room is faintly lit with small lighting flashes every few minutes. Car horns honk outside and the rumble of thunder vibrates the bookshelves lined against…
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I. EMERGENCE I still can’t sleep when it rains.Something about the way water hits the roofmakes me think of your body hitting water. The sound your skull must have madecracking against limestone before the quarryswallowed what was left. The summer we were seventeenI used to watch you standing at the quarry edge.Your jean cuffs rolled,…
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I won’t describe how we found youseven days too late.Just one soul in an afterlife queuereduced to political bait. I swear, your slow voiceis supertemporal,as you say, “It’s Your Choice”.Field autopsy—post-mortal. Now, I would complement you—if you had a name.You rot to no one’s boo-hoo,a soul gone tame. Perhaps you laughed nicely?Or cared for your…
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There is no place in London quite like the Royal Exchange. People from all across the world gather in one place to trade their goods, so a man from Wales could purchase a flower from Madagascar. Animals that most would never have the chance to see in their entire lifetime are held in cages for…
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The Wanting Kid, wants. To be like dad. White like dad. The Wanting Kid is Korean and white. Different. A half and a half. The Wanting Kid wants blue eyes and blonde hair. No room for dark. Only white. The Wanting Kid …
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Pushing up on the shore, He stares into the abyss. Distant in the night, Eclipsed by the rising moon, Reflecting on the sea– Dangerous waves, Powerful lightning Flashing and quaking Off in the distance. A weak breeze tussles his hair, But his brown eyes– Eyes of the earth and sky– They drink in the darkness,…
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Why don’t you like me? It was a simple question. One that did not fall on deaf ears. The statue, a picture of perfection, Leaned down, its ears growing. Why don’t you like me? I repeated, holding back from crying. The ears shrunk and the statue said nothing. My tears fell, knowing I’d get nothing.…
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my eyelashes succeed fluttering away my tears navigating the downpour like a moth lost in fear. they strive to stay dry and sane and alive while there in the dark they both lose their light. but defenses find their tomb after a battle well fought and to the damp gloom they both will succumb. Viola…
Arrow Rock Literary Journal 