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Author Archives: abarret3

Journal 6

Prompt 1: Rhymed Couplets: The diner is where we hang out, hear what the town talks about. Not food your mother could bake; french fries, burgers, and a shake. Poodle skirts are what the girls wear, cans of hairspray in their hair. I crave it as soon as I wake – french fries, burgers, and […] Continue reading »

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Journal 5

Literature bores me, especially great literature. The pages turn, words often fall to words I cannot comprehend. Between my finger and my thumb, the squat pen rest and you could write a letter. Now, it is easy to forget what I came for. I killed for you. Nights I turn to you to hold me. […] Continue reading »

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Journal 4

Version 1: The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass, lifting their necks to pull leaves down. We slow the truck, pull over to the side of the road to watch them. How graceful they look, how unlike themselves. We get out and lean on the fence. The cows don’t seem to notice […] Continue reading »

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Journal 3

Version 1: “Do you pay the electricity bill?” My mother scolded. “No.” She slammed the light switch like a gavel, The decision was final. The pitter patter of her footsteps grew quieter as she walked away. I cowered under my blanket like lost puppy. The coat hung on the hanger like a towering woman, Bare […] Continue reading »

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Journal 3

Version 1: “Do you pay the electricity bill?” My mother scolded. “No.” She slammed the light switch like a gavel, The decision was final. The pitter patter of her footsteps grew quieter as she walked away. I cowered under my blanket like lost puppy. The coat hung on the hanger like a towering woman, Bare […] Continue reading »

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Journal 2

We creeped up Makeup Mountain, The roar of the engine cut off. My chattering teeth struck his soft lips. They say blood taste like iron, I think it taste like regret as it resonated in my bones. Who knew a boys motive? “He’s planning to go all the way.” I want to wait, If only […] Continue reading »

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Journal 1

Taste: Granny Smith apples, unripened strawberries, Hershey’s, mint toothpaste, cheddar, blue Doritos, creamy, Coke, margarita salt, pina colada, provolone, caesar dressing, alfredo sauce, chocolate milk, fruit punch Touch: velcro, mist, jelly, spandex, fuzzy, bumpy, sticky, legos, prickly, gritty, doughy, firm, burlap, suede, waxy Smell: dirt, vanilla, fire, pine, baby powder, bleach, chlorine, Sharpies, clean laundry, […] Continue reading »

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