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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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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 clarity pummeling y...
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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...
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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...
  • Poetry > Free Verse
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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 ...
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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 ...

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