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Voted 2016 Spillwords Author of the Year, Alyssa Brocker began writing during her freshman year of college. With the creative efforts of her theatre troupe, they produced an original play written in prose. After that experience, writing was all she wanted to do. Her poetry and short stories have been published in Florida Weekly, Leaves of Ink, 101 Word Stories, and Eskimopie. To view more of her work, visit her website – http://atelgenhoff2.wixsite.com/alyssabrockerwriter
I can still hear the slow jam jingle of the ice cream truck gliding along past our yellow house like it was riding on rails
Pick a star, any star & I’ll reach straight up and grab it for you put it right inside your hot little hand we had
for Alex — a golden shovel, after Andrea Gibson The sky is still keening and so am I. What is too many tears? I let
It will probably happen when I’m at work, and he recruits a nosy, but caring friend with an AI-powered search engine. They’ll hush behind a
Your gaze becomes a stare, forcing your views without saying a word. Your eyes tell me a story. One where I fall to the wayside.
