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Beach Song by
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Prompted By The Beach

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By the end of my first summer, the subtle pulse of the waves syncs with my own rhythm. I am hooked. The sand shark never gets me.
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The Notes That Got Away by
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Prompted By Father's Day

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In just one trip to the Giant Eagle grocery store I hear about a drunken host with a mynah bird that spewed racial insults, a greedy nightclub owner with a drawer full of stolen watches, and a girl singer with balloon boobs who would always blank out when trying to remember the words to "Accentuate the Positive."
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TAPS by
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Prompted By War & Remembrance

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Grace's bugle will shatter the silent spring with piercing streams of silver. Four notes will hold up the sky while they echo through the cemetery, layered like too many tears on a little girl’s cheek.
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Badass Randy and the Beauty Queens by
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It is worth noting that my sister was born with coal black eyes and orange fuzz on her head. It is also worth noting that I have seen her bite a worm in half and that her favorite game is called "Let's Go Die."
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Still Life with Grape and Hotdog by
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Prompted By Friendship

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I glance up from the piano and listen to his James Taylor-inspired voice sing the lyric we have crafted and feel dizzy with love, maybe for him, maybe for me, maybe for art. We do not have a romance, but this must count for something.
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Varmint on the Roof: Not Exactly a Pet by
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Prompted By Pets

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As if a career in music isn’t perilous enough, American musician Robin Goldsby and her bassist husband take on a few critters roaming the German countryside.  Thwack. Or is it thwump? Skittle, scratch, scrape, thwop. It’s a quarter to three and there’s no one in the place except you and me—thonk—and Dumbo? Has a baby elephant…
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Blond Ambition 4.0 by
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Prompted By Big Fan

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The huddled masses make it impossible for me to get anywhere near the hotel’s entrance. Middle-aged women and gay men stand alongside pierced and tattooed teens—necks craned, toes tipped, autograph pens at the ready.
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Song for Alice by
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Prompted By Altered States

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I hate November and I hate low-sodium lentil soup. And I wanted a goddamn drink. Is that so awful?
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A Broken Hallelujah by
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Prompted By Women's Lib

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Decades of slow progress towards gender and racial equality seem to screech to a halt, leaving ugly orange skid marks on the potholed highway to equality.
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Hold the Zucchini by
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Prompted By Cooking

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Hold the zucchini. Or any type of squash for that matter. I’m not technically allergic to squash, but it gives me the creeps.
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