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AGE:
20
LOC: United States
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: May 27
LOC: United States
GEN: Female
LAST LOGIN: May 27
Hi,
I’m a student, currently at Reed College in Portland, OR. I am not studying creative writing at the moment, but I love to write in many genres. I’ve experimented some in spoken word/flow poetry, short stories, journalistic writing, and satire.
I’m loving Portland, especially exploring the independent coffee and bookstore scene [I’m relatively new to the area, so exploration is still a favorite activity].
I dance semi-professionally, play a few instruments, engage in photography, and love all forms of creativity.
Yes, I do like Plath.
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Just a shy smile, all the while waiting for a simple trial, hoping I'll smile and this vile nervousness will lessen and this mess will un-stress, address this loneliness and reach out, breach the gap from face to face and place to place, erase our distaste for others of the human race. Just a tingle, a little twitter, makes my heart beat faster. Relapse, prolapse, step forward, move back, back to where the thought of hearts melting was so unrelenting, where I wrote love notes and choked on pa...
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It wasn’t all that late when Naomi got home, maybe seven-thirty or eight, but she was completely worn out. The day had been long, her friends had been annoying, and her boyfriend, Josh, had been obnoxious. So when she found him sitting on her stoop in the dimming glow of twilight, she certainly didn’t want to deal with him. His still-gelled hair stood out against the pale stucco of her house, and his black jacket seemed like a spot of darkness injected among the irises of her yard, all throw...
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Chapter 1 The night she hit me was the night everything changed. It wasn’t enough to really hurt, not a punch or anything. It was just enough to tell me that she had no respect for me, no respect for my feelings or for my person. Five minutes later, she had forgotten about it. “I’m over it. Are you ready to get over it yet?” “No,” I said. “No, I don’t think so.” For weeks it continued the same way. “I love you,” she would say. “I just want you to know that. You know that, right?” And each tim...
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I'm not crazy. No, don't give me that look. Whaddya mean, what look? That one, the one with one eyebrow goin' up, you lookin' amused. Same one my momma gave me when I was a boy. Ain't no amount of lipstick could hide the way your lips purse when you give me that look. That ain't a look for a girl like you to give the man she used to say she loved. You think that just 'cause I'm a little rough 'round the edges and 'cause I don't give a damn what your high-power city people think of me -- don't...
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I come in, and more file in behind me. They too are here to repent, to make up for a year lost in whatever way, for whatever reason. The sermon starts. You know you’re in a room of Jews when someone walks in half an hour late for services, and no one is surprised or annoyed. The music plays, the cantor sings, and all goes quiet. Silent prayer. “Adonai, what do I pray about?” God, there’s nothing to say that doesn’t sound bitchy or trivial, so I sit silent, listening. I can hear the woman walk...
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This was incredible. The combination of what seems like simple stream of consciousness, recurrent historical and I Love Lucy themes, and a huge, deep cultural message that sprung up in the middle, made it be both completely fantastical and seem like something I could imagine on a particularly bored and over-stimulated morning. It seemed natural in its flow from one idea to the next, while also being comical and thought-provoking. The first and last lines tie it together remarkably well. Telev...
There's a story arch here that took me a bit to realize existed. I like that there seems to be a journey happening which connects all the individual haiku. Are you walking through a large garden? That having been said, I think that these need to either follow each other more closely or be more disconnected. In places, it seems like one flows straight into the next, and in others I felt like I needed to take a long pause before I could begin the next. Word choice has a lot to do with that -- i...
I liked your lyrics, though at times they seemed a bit pedantic to really be set to a tune. The flow changed in a few places, which I find a bit distracting, but with the rhythm of music it would probably smooth over. There were a few specific things: "I don’t care if you don’t like me/ like you don’t pay me to think!" left me a bit confused. The second line is a bit ambiguous--I'm not sure if it's a sarcastic exclamation, or just a sad statement. The point you're trying to get across is lost...
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