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• Nonfiction > Memoir
  We Wanted To Be Artists

  

  By ValenciaJett, Cape Elizabeth, ME

  When the days were countless and measured by the colors in the sky instead of the numbers on a clock, what we wanted was never quite clear. We wanted to be artists and builders, designing the houses that covered our kitchens and the clothes that covered our bodies. We wanted them to be purple and ye...
• Nonfiction > Memoir
  The Perfect Coffee Pot

  

  By ValenciaJett, Cape Elizabeth, ME

  There are so many things I have seen already, sometimes it’s overwhelming to imagine how many I will remember by the time I’m old. I wonder if my brain is like my closet, and it has to throw away some old stuff every now and then just to make room for the preferable, nice, new things. I hope tha...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  December

  

  By ValenciaJett, Cape Elizabeth, ME

  December Lemonade is like looking at summer in a glass, the same way spilling ink is really spilling a night. Dribbled and blotted over a strange ocean, far away but always in me, brought back to me by smiling chrysanthemums. Like the way I need to be under a blanket the second I wash m...
• Fiction > All Fiction
  Letter to No One Regarding Magic

  

  By ValenciaJett, Cape Elizabeth, ME

  Dear , Someone once told me to tell them what I’m for, and when you say there’s no such thing as magic, I realized that there is. Do I believe in magic? Well, I believe in a lot of things that are somewhat “magical,” though some common ones like God and leprechauns make me nervo...