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Monsters
It was Monday. You were holding the produce in one hand, grocery list stuck to your opposite palm, when I thought to ask, “Why are we doing this ( Read more... ) -
Prism
I’ve always thought that if he were to touch me, his skin would feel either uncommonly cold, or surprisingly warm. He’s in my passenger seat, fingers pressed to road maps, his mouth a thin line. It’s a warm day and no matter how many turns I take, the sun seems to follow me. Light makes its way through the clear crystal that hangs from the ( Read more... ) -
Worlds Left Behind
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A Dying Industry
It's summer now, so I feel that I no longer have an excuse for not updating. I think I'm going to start posting stories that didn't make it into my chapbook, but first I wanted to type my all school writing day essay, and I decided to post that, too. I think it's the only in-class essay I've liked enough to want to digitize.
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Re-Creation from our second reading assignment's vocab
Would you believe me if I said ( Read more... ) -
Re-Creation, Naomi Shihab Nye - "Valentine for Ernest"
Because the grass grows tall here
And cuts our ankles
We run faster
And fall down
Foothills, faster into dirt
Into Mud
We run and gasp at treetops
At spirits
At the ever-decending sky
And when the forest
Consumes us
We will meet at half past
Every whisper
And run until these spirits leave us
And we are left gasping
Only for breath.
When we lay side by side
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(Untitled)
There is something about waking up to heavy water drops on your head. Rolling over, and finding your sheets soaked, your blankets accumulating puddles. And this is nothing new, so you get up and lay towels over your bed and try to sleep ( Read more... ) -
bodywork
it is nights like this that hallow out my ambitions and stretch my hope thin across a skyline which will loop back and collapse into itself a thousand times over ( Read more... )