Warehouse of unassuming light | like a just-kissed face, eyes still closed | power’s out during my interview and tour | subdued orchestra of rain leaks through the metal roof...
Once, in an ultrasound room, a technician in a faded grey frock asked me which pregnancy this was. “My ninth,” I said in a flat voice.
"after the toe-teasing whisky whipping morning jazz beach-kissing i wanted us to shift to the centre of our sun i found a black hole..."
Madness by sam sax (whose name is stylized lowercase) is perhaps put best in sax’s own words— the book is a “vast pastoral of… illness."
The Basics of SEO: Write what you know and write it well, conduct keyword research, simplify your site structure, and solicit relevant inbound links.
Modernism and Postmodernism: I have always found postmodern arguments extremely meta, highly frustrating and full of hyperintellectualizing.
Our mother had a tattoo. We didn’t see it until we washed her before the undertaker came. It was two tattoos, in truth. Two brown dots, one above her right breast, one below.
Austin Kelly - Coke and Whiskey, and Grand Delusions of Winter - You kept me company like the other cheerleaders couldn’t, from park to hotel, ride to store...
Out I could not venture | Because it was an ungodly hour | The hour of sirens and vagabonds. | In the morning | The poem was still pulsing...
The basic elements of a story are: Setting, Character, Plot, Conflict, and Theme. More advanced elements of a story are Point-of-view, Tone and Style.
Two powerful poems by Reinekke Lengelle: “People ask me how I’m doing, and I say, good, he’s still here. He’s here now. We’re here, now.”
The boy pulls his chair up to the window. He does this every Wednesday night to watch the woman in the pink towel in the apartment across the tiny alley.
I relax my hands and remember that, when we work together, we know what to do. They guide me to the right place without fail, and slip in easily with a sigh.
Autobiography and Blogging: Is a personal blog autobiography? This is a question that arose while I was studying writing and literature.
It is a sweltering night the first time I am unfaithful. One of those late July nights where the city clings to you. Hollywood is on fire.
The Sweater: The doctors tell me the main tumor in my chest is the size of a softball. She uses a double strand of yarn and thin knitting needles...
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