Grandpa’s tires slide on the slick pavement and he barely stops at the intersection. His white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel tightens. He mutters to himself and stares ahead, burning holes in the station wagon’s windshield. The radio is off and...Read more
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- Fall 2013 Poetry Slam!
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