The Vinyl Raincoat

I struggled to unzip the the bottom layer of my wet-look, sunshine yellow, vinyl, fully lined raincoat to transform it from maxi-length into midi.

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Rainlight, No Last Words

Writing about painful experiences helps me to work through the complex emotions, lay the anger to rest, and move on.

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Dictionary of Marketing Terms and Acronyms

We’ve compiled a dictionary of marketing terms and acronyms. Now, the next time you’re reading a marketing article, you’ll be in-the-know when it comes to the lingo.

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Just a Half-Teaspoon

During the commotion, a nurse slipped over, and sprinkled in that half-teaspoon of shit. This time I pretended not to see her so I could have a minute to think.

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The damsel in distress was not for me…

Helen of Troy stares in the mirror | and wants to destroy what stares back. | She's fifteen. She doesn't know yet...

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What it Mean(s)(t) to be a Doctor

I remembered, as I always do at such moments, the remarkable series of epiphanies I experienced on a Monday evening twenty-five years ago.

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The Space I Take

In these poems I take a critical view of myself, more specifically my own perception of my body: the amount of physical space I take up...

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No Pain, No Gain

I fold into a weary pigeon and dream about what it would feel like to perfectly execute a bear, a spoon, a spider, to live inside a healthy body that is not chronically ill...

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Career Writing as a Form of Career Guidance

Career writing, a form of therapeutic writing, is creative, expressive, and reflective writing used in career guidance to develop a healthy career identity.

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A Reconstructed Life

Breast cancer causes profound loss and grief. We grieve the loss of our bodies. We grieve the loss of our feminine identity.

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Dismantler

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...

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Vacuum Extraction

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.

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before whisky after jazz

"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..."

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Lotus

It doesn't matter how old the wound is; the mere mention of him makes my mood shift. "Let the past be the past," they claim. I am. "What's your problem?" I have none.

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sam sax’s Madness Under Examination

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."

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Writing for SEO

The Basics of SEO: Write what you know and write it well, conduct keyword research, simplify your site structure, and solicit relevant inbound links.

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A side of meaning with my postmodern

Modernism and Postmodernism: I have always found postmodern arguments extremely meta, highly frustrating and full of hyperintellectualizing.

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Someone to Watch My Back

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.

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