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Author Archives: ericachandler

Journal 6

Prompt 3: Daddy used to be my hero Daddy used to swing me on the swings Daddy used to let me go as high as I could Daddy used to take me out for ice cream later Daddy used to hold my hand Daddy used to look at me and see me Now Daddy just […] Continue reading »

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Journal 5

Cento The long windows open so I can hear that black forest and the fire in earnest. I can see thousands of droplets of asters, of brown fern and gold-dust. This is how burning feels in the fall warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood. In the forest, the owl releases a boneless cry. After […] Continue reading »

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Journal 4

Lineated 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 […] Continue reading »

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Journal 4

Lineated 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 […] Continue reading »

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Journal 3

Poem 1: The calls came in all at once making the phone vibrate like it was trying to climb its way down off the table. It seemed to never stop ringing. Sitting there I could feel the vibrations as if there was a gaping hole forming in the ground, trying to swallow me whole. I […] Continue reading »

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Journal 2

Tanker scampered into the kitchen pots and pans clanked on burners I slid on a patch of coconut oil, losing my balance a glob had fallen from my increasingly elongated hair the smell was as crisp as the first bite of an apple standing up, I hit my elbow bone on the edge who knew […] Continue reading »

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Journal 1: Personal Universe

Taste:  whole strawberry , mango slice, oyster, cold milk, soda carbonation, honey glazed salmon, saltwater, chicken nuggets, sourdough pretzels, sushi, citrus, coconut, gouda, greek yogurt popsicle, waffle Touch: velvet, dog’s ear, sand, blanket, water, satin, keyboard, cold steering wheel, shell, curly hair, licked lips, chain link fence, scar, mother’s hug, dishwater Smell: air freshener, marsh, […] Continue reading »

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