Author Roni Teson
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Sister

Sister

Forgive me for being prettier in your mind not mine and smarter not even on my best day for being born last and acting like I was not for breathing the air and looking at the world thru blue eyes for almost dying first and for not following your path of slurred words...

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The Basement

The Basement

Franki asked Ma the question nobody else would. “Why do all short people end up in the basement?” “Shh.” Ma pointed upward. Franki saw nothing but blue sky and glorious clouds floating above. She breathed in the odor of freshly cut grass. Skipped along the gravel...

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Lights Off

Lights Off

The boxy Dodge Colt I permanently borrowed from Dad had decided to stall, often. Stop at a red light or press the brakes—stall. “Alternator,” Dad mumbled into the phone. “Or spark plugs. Bring it by. I’ll take a look.” At twenty years old, I needed wheels for college...

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Art for the Soul

Art for the Soul

I’ve been saving recordings on my iPhone voicemail for the last decade. I keep both of my parent’s voices and swap out old for new so I don’t fill up the memory. I wonder about the day I will wish I’d saved them all. My parents are both in their 80s. Mom’s an artist...

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The Pearson Girls

The Pearson Girls

Mama gave birth to us three girls in succession back in the day where men sat in waiting rooms with cigars, hoping for boys. Papa never got to hand out a single cigar because they gave up after me. But he didn’t care. “More cigars for me,” he said. My older sisters,...

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This is Now…

This is Now…

Wake up to find five decades gone Weather is topic worthy Masks are more than what people hide behind It must be a parallel life

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Sunset Beach

Sunset Beach

Seagulls dive headfirst into the Pacific Ocean, a violent yet beautiful acrobatic show. Where the sky touches the sea, an island appears to float, a barrier between air and water barely visible through smog. I sit outside on the balcony with a hot cup of coffee,...

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The Aunts

The Aunts

I took my aunts to the casino a few weeks ago, but in reality, they took me. Aunt Linda is 82 and Aunt Sammie is 75—eighty is the new sixty. Everybody still drives and walks on their own and everybody certainly has a windy mouth on their face, including me. So, Aunt...

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I’m so Lucky

Eight years have passed since I accomplished my dream of living in the front row at the beach. My brother told me he’d rather have some distance from the ocean over fear of a tidal wave. “I want a good head start,” he said.   That fear transferred to me for a...

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