Mastered by Some

Mastered by Some

Their poems a problem to be intimidated by, and then picked apart, and then finally, exhaustingly brute-forced into yet another five-paragraph essay.

Subjective Joy

Subjective Joy

But I drove home after the interviews like a little sparrow. I was excited to get my hands in the dirt of the world, gracefully or not.

Missing Christmas Magic

Missing Christmas Magic

Where was the magic in saltines and Gatorade for dinner, in spiking fevers and loneliness? Where was the magic in canceled flights and missed wedding celebrations?

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