"I am holding
a poem in my hands.
It is peeking
through my fingers at you.
Will you promise
to be gentle with my words?
If you're kind
I'll let you hold my poem too."
-Amy Ludwig VanDerwater
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Stories by Tyler Wehner
I Will See You Tomorrow
This is a childhood memory poem, one of my most vivid memories.
Cigarettes
A mothers death and a pack of cigarettes.
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Ranger Red spends every night at a bar in New York City, drinking away the memories he had with his mother an...