Zach Straus
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Zach Straus peaked at 15 and is mostly held together by masking tape.

From the mind of Zach

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POETRY: The Dry World Waiting

The road is slick with rain. A storm, closing in on all sides. Two men inside a speeding vehicle. Something, somewhere is destined to crash.

Zach Straus
July 14, 2017
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POETRY: On P Street

The people and things we see on the streets we always walk down, in the places we always go. We sometimes see something more.

Zach Straus
July 11, 2017
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MAD LIBerals: An Email to Your Politically/Socially Conscious Friends

Dear high school acquaintance. We may share a lot of [NOUN] about politics, but your [ADJECTIVE] expectations turn me into a very MAD LIBeral.

Zach Straus
June 29, 2017
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POETRY: For Andrew and What Could Have Been

I kissed you once. Is that enough? Is it ever enough? To the lovers like Andrew, who never quite could, but who might have been.

Zach Straus
June 26, 2017
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Manspider Homecoming: A {Superpower} with a Social Conscience

I just want a place I can be comfortable, be myself, be free from all this fucking Arachnophobia. For the first time, the manspider speaks out.

Zach Straus
June 22, 2017
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{Worth the Wait:} How to Text Your Life Partner After Using a Free Pass

You never thought it would happen, but it happened! You had sex with someone on the Free Pass List…

Zach Straus
June 20, 2017
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An Incomplete and Growing List of Places I’ve Been Called a Faggot, By Whom, and When

One year ago, 49 innocent people were killed at Pulse nightclub in Orlando, Florida simply for loving who they love. Words are powerful. Use yours wisely.

Zach Straus
June 12, 2017
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POETRY: Cornhusk Dolls

Somewhere in Kansas, summer boys riding in their cars with the windows down and arms in the breeze. The cornhusks know the stories they tell.

Zach Straus
June 9, 2017
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POETRY: Whetstone

Grief is a powerful thing. To sharpen or dull it, sometimes we must go to extraordinary measures. A poem, a whetstone, a chance to feel all or nothing.

Zach Straus
May 25, 2017
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