Jan
07
the american dream
The fight first arrived in the dawn hour…
War in the remote highlands of east Africa severed me from my
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Biniam Gebre
My name is Biniam Gebre. The clock is ticking but every day that passes I get closer and closer to the truth. I can feel it...
Apr
14
dreams of tomorrow
I flew across the country on an unexpected trip, gasping to escape the orange haze of smog and poverty that
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Jul
02
the many faces of quitting
I dream that long after I’m dead, my girls will look back at their teenage years and yearn for
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Feb
03
puberty redux
I often forget things I don’t know.
Naked, slimy, and bloody, we’re all born entirely void of the
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