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Author Archives: christelopes85

Journal 6

The Still Frame House I remember an adventure began with a full tank of gas, your mother’s old Subaru and miles of country back roads that I knew a little and you not at all. I remember we raced the birds and the clouds until we found a driveway overgrown from neglect which belonged to […] Continue reading »

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Journal5

Word Cento Why do I not forget? The words are maps. You think she read it somewhere- a thimbleful of sound, not a cruel song, no, no not cruel at all. This song (I could read) and carefully the squat pen rests; snug as a gun without care for time or density. O world and […] Continue reading »

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journal 4

1 The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass, lifting their necks to pull the 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 we […] Continue reading »

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Journal 3

Hands I remember my hair was soft as goose down, My nails were uneven, bitten into jagged, rocky hills. My Arms, once able to lift the world as though it were a water pail, Balanced carefully on my hip Now pinned to my side like a lamb tied to the fence post Pre-slaughter. I struggle […] Continue reading »

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Journal 3

Hands I remember my hair was soft as goose down, My nails were uneven, bitten into jagged, rocky hills. My Arms, once able to lift the world as though it were a water pail, Balanced carefully on my hip Now pinned to my side like a lamb tied to the fence post Pre-slaughter. I struggle […] Continue reading »

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Journal 2

The Next Thing Always Belongs A cigarette burns out like a smile fading to tears. A squirrel argues with a blue jay. They are discussing timeshares. Once I mistook a stranger’s hand for my fathers. I was ten. My face Burned red like a Chili pepper. Aloe vera means ‘true aloe.’  Oatmeal Swallows a spoon like paddock […] Continue reading »

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Journal 1

Taste (15 words):  Pickle, Licorice, Sauce, Wine, Coffee, Cigar, Sweat, Skin, Ash, Ocean, Saki, Curry, Chamomile, Moonshine, Cream Touch (15 words): Glass, Carpet, Lamb’s-ear, Sand, Playdough, Dirt, Soap, Paint, Fleece, Rice, Pebbles, Rain, Feather,  Silk, Sandpaper Smell (15 words): Smoke, Bakery, Cinnamon, Rose, Pretzel, Gasoline, Munster, Charcoal, Chlorine, Antifreeze, Book, Cedar, Patchouli, Rumchata, Popcorn Hearing (15 words): Gossip, […] Continue reading »

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