Personal Essay
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Looking back always brings up nostalgia, but there’s almost an eerie magic seeing your former selves through your favorite songs. I delved into 500+ liked songs on my Spotify, and it felt like I dug up bones. Some are fractured, weathered by emotional hurricanes, while some remain smooth. Regardless of state, I do see every…
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I grew up a lover of what people find weird or macabre. Growing up in the woods had me catching toads and salamanders in the yard to entertain myself. My tiny third grade class lizards found their home in my room after school ended. (You’ll have to join our Patreon Coven for a funny story…
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As ideas batter on my brain’s door and the posts queue up, I notice my writing becoming increasingly personal. Words that vice-grip emotional bruises litter my screen and notebook with each writing session. Memories reel through my brain like a film roll on rewind with each key and pen stroke. My timeline stretches before me…
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Downtown Providence — stuck in February freeze and cold much the same as my first couple months in single life. Only my own layers protect me from winter’s bite. My brain ventures through good and bad memories while the armor’s donned. Weird Providence wasn’t the original plan, but here we are. Before today, I’d never…
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Seeing myself has become strange recently, and that strangeness keeps me from executing series ideas I was excited for. Ghosts swirl within my chest down to my stomach with each glance at myself — mirrors, cameras, recent selfies next to old ones. Since childhood, I’ve known the waltz between self-love and self-hatred, long strides alternating…
