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Author Archives: vbixby

Journal 6

Prompt 3   I used to sit on the side of the road with you. I used to lay into your chest, laughing at the people walking by. We used to talk about them, you and I.   I used to feel love for you as if you were my brother, You used to foster […] Continue reading »

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Journal 5

(Take two, hopefully it will post this time!)   Ephemeral Life (Cento) By Ginny Bixby   All who would have seen us dead are dead. This is a woman’s confession: Life, friends, is boring. What is important is to avoid the time allotted for disavowels. The pages turn. Words often fall between the rising walls […] Continue reading »

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Journal 5

(Take two, hopefully it will post this time!)   Ephemeral Life (Cento) By Ginny Bixby   All who would have seen us dead are dead. This is a woman’s confession: Life, friends, is boring. What is important is to avoid the time allotted for disavowels. The pages turn. Words often fall between the rising walls […] 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 down 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 […] Continue reading »

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Journal 3

Version One I’ve never been to a viewing before. The people are as silent as the moonlight Though occasionally a burst of laughter Innocent, like a toddler’s Falls out From a childhood friend Or an older uncle. My best friend hugs me from behind His grip as tight as tied leather cording on a boot […] Continue reading »

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Journal 3

Version One I’ve never been to a viewing before. The people are as silent as the moonlight Though occasionally a burst of laughter Innocent, like a toddler’s Falls out From a childhood friend Or an older uncle. My best friend hugs me from behind His grip as tight as tied leather cording on a boot […] Continue reading »

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Journal 2

At Castiglia’s Restaurant The cheerful voices chimed I tried to forget my editor’s cruel and unhelpful comments. Cortisol is bad for you It’s like an internal drug So I try to shake the anxiety of the day out of my bone. Who knew that my talent may be unappreciated here? They were talking about fake […] Continue reading »

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Journal 1

Taste: metallic, salt tears, chalk, latte, lemon ice cream, Qdoba, Turkey Hill tea, popcorn, mint, chocolate, guacamole, Benny’s, Sugar Shack, Starbucks, Chex mix Touch: nylon dance tights, cotton, half soles, lotion, hair, warmth, wood, socks, sharp, crisp air, sore, itch, slick, velvet, vaccination Smell: snow, coffee, rosin, lip gloss, the laundry room, old books, Lady […] Continue reading »

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