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why, darling, i do believe the revolution has begun
i believe he was partly right that the revolution hasn’t been televised yet because it’s getting underway oh, darling, look at the news the people are getting restless we shouldn’t have to see people that look at us die brutally at the hands of those who are weak and despicable because their system lets them…
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When This is All Over
When this is all over, I’ll remind you I love you When this is all over, I’ll remind you to breathe When this is over, When the slate is clean, I’ll remind you that things aren’t always As bleak as they seem I When this is all over, We’ll go to the park And stay…
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chaos magic pt. ii
The angel of plenty presides over the fountain where things can still be found long after they are left there. People and memories get left there, frozen in time, memories where the world—and the people in them—still believed that there was good. To the left and right of the angel lay two cornucopiae, filled to…
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The Rising Wednesday Sun
For the past three years, I have been part of an incredible writing program, Girls Write Now. As my time with the program comes to a close, I would like to share my final project as part of the Digital Media Mentoring program’s 2019 digital anthology. Here is my final project, a three-part poem under…
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The Weary Traveler’s Nightmare
after forever and forever and forever and a day, I finally finished this song and video and I am very excited to present it to you. Enjoy!
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Memories of a Potato
This is a combination of a memoir and a song (finally one I’m making public) and here it is:
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to drown
erasure poetry of someone who once wished to be a mermaid. enjoy. http://philome.la/thewritersquil/to-drown
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The Arts
While I was working on my mockumentary, I was not feeling well on one Saturday and decided to rewrite the whole thing. This is what came out of that—a script about how sometimes some arts are treated differently than others. The Arts
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The Heist—Part 2
The well dressed men kept smiling. He was tall and had auburn hair and warm brown eyes. He had broad shoulders and he his coat was covered in little specks of snow and some had melted into droplets of water. There were some on his eyelashes but he blinked them away. “Hello, dearie,” one said…
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