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I called her a whore.
There are shell casings, burning buildings, and two fallen soldiers on Wayne Street.
10–67 West Wayne Street. Over.

My wings were as crushed as a ladybug beneath a toddler’s shoe,
or as broken as the sky in a summer storm.
So, I called her a whore.

That fall I wore words of fire,
Not even mad Anthony Wayne could stop me.
10–67 West Wayne Street. Over.

I try to hide my mind somewhere, like in the basement of Trinity English Lutheran Church,
or in a kayak down St. Mary’s river.
I called her a whore.


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She’s alone on my nightstand,
my rose needs no company.
A demon in the night,
behind the wall’s neon vacancy sign,
we speak the language of fire.

I pull down her petals
like I pull on her hair.
Her tights like the canes
of a climbing rose.

I feel her heat
as I trace her inner layers.
With my finger’s I imagine
her center as a spiral staircase
to a hotel’s Valentine suite
with red satin sheets
and the smell of cigarettes
and old perfume.

In the dark light, she unfolds
whispering the stories of her roots.
The devil in me
likes it when
she shows her thorns.


Image: Thitical Crinking with Jesse

A Visit from the Goon Squad: A Realist Novel with a Romance Plot

Published in 2010, Jennifer Egan’s novel, A Visit from the Goon Squad, impresses fans and literary critics all over the country. For example, in a 2010 summer article in BOMB magazine, author and journalist Heidi Julavits describe Jennifer Egan as:

“one of the most significant living practitioners of the art we call fiction (Julavits 83).”

A realist novel, its characters undergo life’s everyday mundane circumstances and engage in intriguing internal and external dialogue allowing the reader to form his or her own opinions about the characters, sympathizing…


My therapist told me to lower my standards.

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The phrase lower your standards may come across to some in a negative way, as it did for me the first time my therapist said it.

“You really need to lower your standards…”

I don’t mean to imply any negative connotation by the phrase lower your standards, and neither did my therapist, so please don’t be offended! It’s not a bad thing to lower your standards.

What my therapist meant by the aphorism lower your standards is that I shouldn’t be so picky when it comes to dating. I know. I know. Shame on me.

But it’s not just me…


I can relate.

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My parents were emotionally distant from each other. There was conflict behind closed doors. As a child, I was repeatedly put in the middle of adult issues and often felt torn between my parents.

Now a young adult, I’ve formed relationships and friendships of my own. In these relationships, I have begun to show symptoms of emotional distance.

Let me give you an example:

Recently I reconnected with somebody that I used to know. My disillusionment leads me to believe that we could pick up where we left off.

Instead, I took one look at him and instantly had a hunch the boy I’d met in…


Put the pain in the past and stop punishing yourself

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So many life experiences, some good, and some bad.

Sometimes, past events that caused us trauma and pain can still affect us in the present day, regardless of how long it’s been since the event occurred.

It is very possible for the ghosts of our past to interfere with our daily lives.

It can be so difficult to let go. Why do humans dwell on the negatives?

Especially in most recent months where changes of all sorts have impacted us in a variety of ways. …


Documentation of my symptoms.

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My History:

Prior to being released from a local behavioral hospital following an episode in November of 2018, I had to agree to the conditions of my release. Such conditions specified that I follow up with a routine cognitive and behavioral therapist.

In other words, they set me up with a therapist to further observe my behaviors.

I have been fortunate enough to see the same therapist consistently for five years, and I am confident she knows me well. She’s documented my behavior and pays close attention to the way I interact with myself and others. …


Mother’s Day

Crooked Lake Sandbar

Dear Mom,

Happy Mother’s Day. I love you so much more than you know. You created me, you raised me, and although I am a big girl now, I will always be your baby and you will always be my mommy. No one else could ever comfort me in the way that you do, you are my safe place. It scares me to let my mind wander to the places I could possibly be if it weren’t for you and dad. You’ve been the best parents, I appreciate all your sacrifices. I hope me and Maddy haven’t burned you out completely. I know I have my defects of character and I wouldn’t be able to heal if it weren’t for your unconditional love. Thank you loving me through my most difficult times. I will continue to pray for us, as our family is truly blessed.

LanguageofLiv


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Long live Malcolm James McCormick

Before his death in 2018, Mac Miller, born Malcolm James McCormick, was a self-made musician and the motherf*cking man by all means necessary. Mac Miller stood out because he had his own style of music that was constantly changing and evolving, different from any other rapper, producer, or singer.

But despite Mac’s loyal fan base, he wasn’t accepted into the industry right away, critics in Pitchfork degraded Mac’s newest album Blue Slide Park and Macadelic in 2012. Critics took it upon themselves to not only depict Mac’s albums but attack Malcolm’s character. …

Olivia Fletter

23. English Major. Don’t follow me.

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