I feel sad about Scotty. He’s a coward. I didn’t know. Until he broke my heart deflated. I didn’t know. We were friends. But I guess we weren’t. I didn’t know.…
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When I am doing my work, my creative work I feel worked, like a racehorse sweating with a sweaty neck. The sweat mixes with the reigns against its neck and this…
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In a spacious place you can write something. Spacious means in your heart, like, free. You need it to read, too. Even if there is noise all around you, or rain…
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Pretend you’re paying attention but really don’t.…
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Today my apartment is quiet, and there is dappled light all across my desk from the sun and trees blowing. The neighbors are not home, and I have a pretty lamp…
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On the way to the bus after school Nick Anderson gave me some vintage sunglasses from the ‘90’s. They are brown, with black tortoise spots and edges. When I wear them,…
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When I was really little, my grandmother Nana lived in the city, and we would walk on summer nights to get ice cream or pancakes. On these nights my grandfather Papa…
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My favorite time is not actually midnight but dusk- the time the sun dies… And the moon glows behind a light purple backdrop. A new moon- the promise of hope.…
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Or to save something, you know, like, things I feel to small to solve, like rain forests. They are vast and beautiful. This also applies to everyone, this feeling of the…
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Sometimes when I learn something new I say it to everyone. With authority. Like it will apply to them. And I believe it will because important things apply to everyone. Like…