For me, the act of writing is like drinking from a tinted blue glass filled with clear, cold water, the sides of the glass condensation-streaked with ice shards clinking against the heat of a summer day. The experience is waxing organic, like a growth in the soul. Phrases appear as exotic plant sprouts, joining together […]
The beautiful things view the projection without knowing, without thinking, perched on a rocky ledge at sunset, watching the valley turn to gold.
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An air pocket of the Atlantic where sea urchins never care to go, serves drinks to mottled mammals who can never leave – unless they care to slump from suffocation. Braided, tangerine salamanders, underarms moaning with salt, peer upon aluminum bumblebees sliding along neon armadillos and mocking Echinacea crows. A lobster jockey spins otherworldly music
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Click to see: Summary of All Chapters 35 One Saturday, when I brought Eva back to Diana’s, she and I talked in her kitchen. “I’m hoping you’ll stick around for Christmas,” I said. “Amelia’s coming out. She wants to discuss ideas about what to do after graduation.” “I haven’t made plans yet.” Diana was dipping pieces
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Maybe you’ve heard the old saying about teachers not being competent enough to actually do the thing they’re teaching. After all, the logic goes, if someone is proficient at their craft, why would they forgo fame, acclaim, and the ability to purchase frighteningly expensive houses just to slum it as a teacher? The horror. I
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When I was a kid my family lived way out in the country and my brothers and I had a ninety-minute bus ride to school. I always sat in front because I was one of the youngest. I dreaded the stop a few miles away from home where this kid Danny got on the bus,
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