here I am, a body of memories: the feet of a walker, coarse and flattened, thousands of miles have I roamed. feet that carried the weight of fluctuations between body love and body shame. ankles that were cursedly passed on thick and boney, yet never failing. calves that connect to the worst joint of this …

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something from the summer I want to remember would be the mornings at the cottage, each one filled with anticipation, a sense of possibility, those butterflies I have missed in this ‘unprecedented time’ possibility, anticipatory joy those beautiful feelings have left the dance floor they no longer tango through my mind, or swing by to …

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A couple weeks ago I submitted a poem to The Power Plant Contemporary Art Museum’s Power of the Poets contest. The idea was to write based on an artist’s work. I chose Black Cloud by Carlos Amorales and wrote from the duality of this view of his work and our current state of isolation. Though …

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This weekend, I submitted a short story to a “small magazine with an international reputation” and part of the submission process was to submit a short biographical statement. I was stumped. Honestly, writing a piece, having it critiqued (repeatedly) by my peers and instructors, and editing it (repeatedly) was easier than coming up with a …

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It started out simply enough – the sun was shining, a few birds were chirping. We were getting married that day. There was no large hall booked. No long flowing gown or tuxedo. Six bottles of champagne were chilling and some deli trays were waiting. We started our married life simply. It worked for us. …

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