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thank you for being here. this page is dedicated to my lifelong passion for language, literature, and storytelling. here you will find (as the title implies) a collection of my short stories, poems, and whatever else I may be writing at the time.
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
Sylvia Plath
From The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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My Best Work
I am not a masochist But I do write like one Why am I only inspired when i pick my own scabs? Why is it only worth something if it is penned in my own blood? I wish my writing was pastoral The language floral But it is earthy and metallic Like suckling buried pennies…
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warm milk & other comforting things
it is two in the morning and i am drenched in milk: moonlight through linen pale skin white sheets but the milk is warm like someone slowly heated it with the burner on low for a child who cannot sleep what is the difference between a child and a woman in her twenties? a few…
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anatomy lesson
there’s a mean bone in my body it wasn’t always there but now it is mature, completely ossified and it sits right below my sternum burning, splintering, defending.
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I Feel Bad For You
Paint yourself in the primary colors; Put on the outfit and the nose You’re no less of a clown than the others I know you see me and secretly shudder, The things you say I can’t even compose You think of your friends like brothers; They’re the ones laughing harder than most You must hear…
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sin azúcar
a nickname that implies sweetness and maybe some taste it; maybe i have just scorched my tongue. you can be beckoned by the call and if you are sweet, the label you wear reveals artificiality. i tried to acquire a taste and i might have if the night was longer; i woke up with a…
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r u drubnk?
where r u? i’m in the bathroom where r u? i’m so funk haha srunk* drunk wher r u? can u bring me water can u being me i need water where r u? i’m still in the barthroom i might theow up whre u?
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A Sensory Nightmare
your skin sounds like a crack spreading slowly in bulletproof glass and your voice smells like flat ironing wet hair in a room with no vents and your words look like a gun with a pink ribbon tied around the barrel and your heart tastes like rat poison carefully mixed into mascarpone and your hopes…
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Sample: Analytical Essay
Sita Sings the Blues: Painting a Picture of Women Across Cultures and Time Sita Sings the Blues, a 2008 film by Nina Paley, is a fascinating and unique adaptation ofValmiki’s Ramayana. The Ramayana has been adapted repeatedly and in a variety of ways, but Sita Sings the Blues sets itself apart by executing a feminist…
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It’s Been Some Time
i don’t know exactly how long i don’t want to count days or hours but the mess in my personal space has grown and it’s hard to judge what was there before or which items i can project blame upon but i’ll start with the clean laundry on the floor as i write it’s raining,…
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