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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    There are things we come back to: People we can’t stop loving. Places that sing and sigh. Words gritty and livening inside our mouths. Songs that shake us out of our indifference, make us feel. Those little coffee shops rattling with charming oddities. Stories of scares that turned out to be e...
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    with time we'll grow accustomed to the sweet sting of this cyclical Life which writes and erases flies and falls stops and starts flares and extinguishes inhales and exhales gives and takes fails and flourishes lives and ends as we grapple in the middle of it looking for normal while ...
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    I stand in it: The streets The people The face-blurring shoe-smacking heart-knocking symphony of thousands, full and explosive as a swarm of grenades and I am overwhelmed, overwhelmed, by the divinity of our overlap...
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    It’s so miniscule— this interval, this growing up You fool yourself into believing it won’t ever end, as if you could turn it back to the beginning like a radio dial and let that hot-pink rapture pour over you again and always but eventually it comes to a close and as I look ba...
  • Nonfiction > All Nonfiction
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    i. Allow yourself to be clichéd. Forgive yourself the comparison to phenomena like stars, tsunamis, volcanoes, and the end of the world.  There is no shame in depicting the galaxies you see in your irises or the seas crashing in your lungs. Don’t for a minute diminish your words because you...
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    I said you are the purple veins of an orchid quickening footsteps mist clinging to pines the dip in the waltz a geode cleaved in two tunnels thrumming their pulse hitched breath lungfuls of winter wind the dusty burn of smoke two streets over an invasion of fireflies fields with moonlig...
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    When your youthful command of language is not enough to convey what swings its jaws inside you, when you stand pulling from your shelf volumes written by the great and inimitable – names that inspire centuries of admiration, minds that managed what you cannot, their icy clarit...
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    May it always feel like this, May it be electricity that streams through everything with blood-rocking sweetness, May it never stop filling me with what I cannot for the life of me put into words: that clear and soft thing, that gasping blooming thing, that glow in the deep deep core of m...
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    This is for a girl whose name means light, Who fights every day of her life to beat the gravity of depression, Whose dearest pastime is turning everyone she encounters to poetry, Who’s never stopped looking for fairies or shaking glitter over everything, Who is tall in the flesh and tall in ...
  • Hot Topics > Pride & Prejudice
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    Perhaps an introduction is in order.   We are fields of graves, bone-dust lying soft beneath the earth, footnotes in the annals of history. We are housewives, warriors, mothers, witches, healers, poets, inventors, philosophers, seekers, servants, royalty. We are young and old and mid...
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    Joyful, grotesque, honest, impulsive, pure; A stab at immortality, addiction, A love letter, an autobiography, A way to say what cannot be said aloud, A political statement, A source of breathless beauty in a failing world, A revolution, a declaration of ten thousand hidden truths, A pie...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Joyful, grotesque, honest, impulsive, pure; A stab at immortality, addiction, A love letter, an autobiography, A way to say what cannot be said aloud, A political statement, A source of breathless beauty in a failing world, A revolution, a declaration of ten thousand hidden truths, A pie...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Their vehemence. Their fire. Their beauty. Their clenching, unclenching. Their bedlam. Their silence. Their toes squirming in their shoes. Their sobs. Their seventy-mile-an-hour fury. Their eyes. Their glimmer. Their construction paper dreams. Their insecurities. Their melanin. Their rapture...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    i. I live in pursuit of exposure, soul-baring, the practice of being what we are without apology. Every person is different. No one else carries our specific memories or desires. No body is formed exactly like ours. We play at oneness, but shared experience only stretches so far. In the end, we a...
  • Hot Topics > What Matters
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    [It’s not romantic, it’s bizarre and almighty and so much better than you think]   Let me tell of you real love. Neon, staggering devotion. Let me paint the picture as I see it. I won’t make this sentimental. I won’t be tender or aching about it. I’ll be wild instead, fiendish, di...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    What I’m about to tell you may come as somewhat of a shock. You’re not going to want to believe me at first. You’ll find it unimaginable, impossible. You’ll think of the subcutaneous pudge on your belly and the way you wheeze when you get to laughing really hard, and you’ll think I’m f...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    I’m putting you away, darling. I’m erasing your old play spots, closing the cellar door on all your dolls, pulling your fairy tales from the shelf and placing them in cardboard prisons. I hate doing this. I hate it more than I’ve hated anything in a very long time. You’re ...
  • Nonfiction > Personal Experience
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    Dear Parents, I must admit, we are very difficult to recognize. More often than not you seem to be completely at odds with who we have become. In light of this, allow me to illuminate the inner workings of the teenage soul. Or attempt it, at the very least. You must first understand how incred...
  • 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...

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