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  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    So you’ve woken up in this wild place and you have no idea what the hell to do with it yet. There’s political warfare happening right and left, a plethora of endangered species [love, loyalty, and honesty among them], news channels brimming with catastrophe, and the quiet sadness of a society ...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    They go home after, and Jean vomits in the kitchen sink until she's trembling all over. Then she sits at the kitchen table reading an article on the theory of relativity. Tom slumps at his typewriter, staring blankly into the gray. Later, they go out on the balcony and stand with their eyes ti...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The overflow, the rush, the scream, the loud-heart-kicking, breath on split lips, leaves flying, eyelash detached from the lid, make a wish, clouds bleeding into one another, bright seams between them, childhood laughter echoing in the back of old cherry coke bottles, fingers curled around the...
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    The great poets have already said everything I wanted to say they talk about life and drowning and death and fire and cracked blue red beautiful things and humanity and, god help them, humans. there's not much here for me to say. i'm trying to do what they all did, which is artic...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    the writer's purpose is to assemble a narrative of the heart...
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    Scraggle-haired, red-cheeked, grass-stained things, running with wildflowers in hand and mud underfoot, shouting and stomping and grinning, sunshine sliding through let-down curls, all missing teeth and ankles showing beneath cuffs, who sprawl crazily on park benches, on dirt, on ch...
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    is here and it tastes like rain The slight chill in the air sends spasms of delight down my spine during long walks through mud, gravel, and new grass Splintered sunlight throws shadows dancing and geese form their bold vee's overheard sailing through the stratosphere like f...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The poet tries with her words to create something new something hitherto unconsidered, unthought, unspoken She rakes the dirt for language that is inimitable and rare Fighting her way out of prosaic platitudes Searching deliriously for a sharp-edged jolt of ingenuity that will awaken...
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    Oh, the wretched, damnable ache of growing older of saying farewell to wild romps through the park of turning these sunshine smudged days over to memory of taking it all into my arms once more before letting it go completely it’s a funny sort of pain and I don’t much like the way ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    After a great deal of climbing I reached the top and paused to admire things from that new place. The sky was a trio of hues (halcyon dragging to teal fading to slate) and the sun was a great big bright thing (inflamed, illuminated). Inch by inch, I lifted my arms, as if to embrace the g...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    It’s cold as hell and the sun is a white hole in the bleached blue of the sky. There are these kids all over the place, little creatures with bright eyes and tangled hair, yelling to each other as they dodge the arc of wildly punted soccer balls. Most of them aren't wearing coats. I feel l...
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    I will never lose my insatiable lust for writing Each time I pick up a pencil or contemplate the barren blankness of a new page I am imbued with something terrifying, glorious and huge Ah, there it is, I think to myself with a little smile, that wild thing living inside of ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    isn’t it crazy that right now we’re hurtling through space at reckless speeds, orbiting a ball of fire and radiance while stars rush by in inconsequential streaks and nebulae ripple here and there in sparkling shades of mauve and gold? isn’t it crazy that right now winds from the ot...
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    It’s no surprise that one of my favorite books is “Where the Wild Things Are.” I’m a wild thing myself, a whirl of clumsy limbs and quiet incandescence. The world unnerves me, but I make up for outward hesitance with inward joy, the kind that resonates in every bone, organ, and cell of my bo...
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    Music has always had a profound effect on me. When I was just shy of six years old, I habitually woke before my parents and snuck barefoot through the house to our bulky, black CD player. I would rifle through the stacks of CD’s, searching feverishly for one in particular until I found it—a co...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    The phalanges are connected to the metacarpals, the metacarpals are connected to the ulna, the ulna is connected to the humerus and the heart is connected to pen and paper in a way that defies all logic...
  • Fiction > Realistic Fiction
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    You live in a universe apart from everyone else. You’re like a young butterfly, iridescent and airborne and headed for the stratosphere. Your thoughts are not cast away by a mind that has been trained to reject every spark of whimsy and inspiration. You cherish them, use them to write your bl...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    You once told me that you were never anything close to normal I laughed and looked up at the emerging stars murmuring something about you and how you were fine just as you were something about normal being vastly overrated what I didn’t tell you was that you seemed more nor...
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    Outside my window the charcoal sky stretches over a world pulsing with celebration and saccharine nostalgia I sit on the edge of my bed and listen as the hands of the clock tick down to midnight thinking of all the bright and bitter moments of the past twelve months, exhaling a symphony ...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    She laid alone on her bed with only a sheet covering her leaden limbs Face half pressed to the pillow, she struggled to taste oxygen [breathe in, breathe out] lost in a vortex of bewilderment and misery, trying for a moment to forget that everything had collapsed Her skin itched and crawle...
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    Sooner or later I'll have to face the fact that I'm not really good at anything Yes, I dabble in writing [the art of fashioning buzzing thoughts into something vaguely meaningful] and oh, I can make the piano shout truths to the world by hammering its keys and feeling every palpitating sliv...
  • Fiction > Fan Fiction
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    Every day, Sherlock watched him. Every day he studied the fine golden hairs that captured the classroom’s fluorescent light so brilliantly. Every day he swept his eyes down the length of smooth, well muscled neck and along the boy’s broad shoulders, imagining laying a palm on the sun tanned ex...
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    She was playing her violin in the center of an unused classroom, making use of a ray of brilliant sunlight that streamed down around her and made the wood of her Stradivarius gleam. Every stroke of the bow over the strings plunged her deeper into her own world, setting her mind afire, filling her c...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Revolving, drifting, quaking careening through stars and time in a ceaseless orbit Dangerous, magnificent, unruly with sprawling wilderness and violent collisions of storm and sea Beautiful, colossal, fleeting An orb of biological phenomena edging ever closer to extinction, dying at the ha...
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    Sometimes I swear the stars and my grief are somehow connected, because each time I ache I am drawn to gaze at them and feel them with wonder....

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