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Karina Grift
Nick La Galle
February 12, 2016
That’s My Girl
You and I fell in love, didn’t we, in that private little room, just the two of us, gazing into each other’s eyes. Your hands were
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January 21, 2016
The Simple Things
Rain on a tin roof, chilled wine on a hot day, the crackle and spit of an open fire. The feel of the breeze on my
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October 28, 2015
Rat Race
Alarm clock and noise blaring pre-dawn for a wake-up call. Get up, face the day. Move, shower, dress, feed the dog and don’t forget yourself. Pack
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September 21, 2015
There’s always tomorrow
It’s 3am. I said I wasn’t going to do this. But I have said that before. How many times now? I don’t want to count. The
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August 3, 2015
LET’S TALK ABOUT SEX
Sex. Doing it. Not doing it. Looking for it, wanting it, avoiding it, seeing it, pretending not to see it, secrets, lies and fantasies. Gay, straight,
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July 12, 2015
The Wallet
I am walking, briskly. It’s early morning and the sun is just beginning to break night’s dark hold on the horizon. The air is cool. The
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June 28, 2015
The curse of ages
Sip, by sip it carries us away, into oblivion. Sip, by sip it robs us, of our drive, our motivation, our desire to do more, to
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June 7, 2015
Living the high life
I walk barefoot from the bedroom to the kitchen, crumbs collecting under my feet as I go. Ouch! That one hurt. It was either a viciously
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May 24, 2015
Gender Bender
The radio screams at me with the raucous laughter of women, extrapolating about their weekend exploits. How one of them ended up in a bar at
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May 13, 2015
Wings
It’s quiet in here. Dark. Warm. I feel safe. I have a firm footing. I need this rest. My body, feeling heavy, was telling me it
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