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Loss & Grief
Flipping the light switch up and down, back and forth a number of times in order to brighten the dimmed ceiling light at the center of my bedroom, I began the day as I had all others before.
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Akeelah, Akeelah
Akeelah, Akeelah I wake up to Akeelah every morning. Akeelah, Akeelah Puts me to sleep at night. Akeelah, Akeelah I listen to it all day. I can’t stop hearing it.
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A Room, My Room
The floorboards creaked as I entered the hallway. My bedroom door was open a crack, so I pushed my door back as I entered my dark room, the fan looming over me like dozens of eyes.
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Lola stared wistfully outside the green glass window, waiting for her father, secretly knowing that he wouldn’t show up. It was like this every day, her absent father, her mother lying in bed of a s...
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Today’s demons will haunt us tomorrow. Quaking fingers trace the deepest curves of the cup. A glass half full to me, half empty to her. Memories play out in her mind—memories of a battlefield wher...
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Original- The wind softly blew, just a puff of breath. But it was a breath, it was alive, unlike the ruins over which it looked. The walls were crumbled and decayed, nearly churned to dust on the grou...
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An update from our twenty-seventh Writing Workshop!
A summary of the workshop held on Saturday November 7, plus some of the output published below
This week we discussed various techniques for revis...
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