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At first, she’d felt like an intruder.  I’d be sitting at my desk at night and roll my chair back from my desk as a reprieve from political theory texts, and there she would be, lounging comfortably on my bed sewing hems onto jeans.  I’d hear the tinkling bell of a laugh on the second before I’d put my AirPods… Read more →

*When light shines through the intricate shapes of this model, a complex shadow is created. The patterns, designed and crafted by me, take inspiration from the texture and aesthetic of strawberries.*   Read more →

Cover, straighten, cut, and Hide People have told me all my life. My hair is a weapon for the revolution. A tool to cause problems. But never to be seen in a menses of beauty People say you can’t be seen by a man with that mess of wool on her head. Not considering how cool this wool can be.… Read more →

i withered away slowly. it was a gradual deterioration, as the matter of my mind recoiled, shriveled.   i devolved into someone different, and the creeping feeling that something was wrong ate me alive.   the well of serotonin had long since dried up and spindly dendritic spines succumbed to torpidity.   i wanted to feel happy again. Read more →

Pendleton’s Daily News October 15, 1982 Last Saturday, Riley Colin was last seen leaving home at around 5:00 p.m. The 17-year-old had arranged plans with a couple of friends to attend a party in nearby Knoxville, but none of them saw her that night. When she did not show up the next morning, her parents, David and Margaret Colin, reported… Read more →

Do I Need a Title? They say that Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. Specifically, a peck of pickled peppers that Peter Piper picked, but did you know that he also parked his Porsche on protected property? Peter Piper parked a Porsche on protected property , so he could proudly present his pickled peppers to his “friend” Petey… Read more →

On that warm summer day,  at the farmer’s market,  I held your left hand, and with the other.  You handed me an apricot.  Its skin was surrounded with fuzz. An odd texture, that reminded me of petting a hairless cat. So instead I reached for a pear; causing your fingers to slip out of my grasp.   “A pear in… Read more →

Lexie Woodall — Just a Joke   you never quite figured it out,    did you?    how to toe the line between comedy and cruelty.    how could I have known?   how to conceal that  underlying spite, to keep it from bleeding from your lips, spurred by the howls of humor at my ignorant expense.   how should… Read more →

3.33 One last test, one last paper I see the button, and at last we’ve submitted.   There’s now time to ponder and understand, wow It’s almost time until I leave this land, this home, this place I call My own, is now gone. I called Dad to tell him we were ready, it’s done, now I can have fun.… Read more →