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Posts from the ‘Creative Works’ category

Poems, visual work, and other artistic mediums


he told her he used to walk through smoke / couldn’t breathe, he said. and sometimes / she practiced, lying still until her lungs ached / until she broke and flew away like moths in a night sky.

The Fall

Red eyes and tearful leaves / Call on the sickly feel of fall, / The show we’re shown tastes just / Like the candy that Abraham must / Have given Isaac his son.


“And I’ve never / needed something someone something to guide me home but I always / thought it’d be nice to want to live through Christmas.”


But what does it mean to be the perfect woman? What does it mean to have your entire being created by another person?