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A Year of Childhood
In January,
when the thrill of the holidays has not yet faded
and the snow still enchants with its glittering smile,
she flops into snowbanks and skids on her knees on the ice
of her backyard pond, -
2:55 PM
The talking. The low hum of the trout tank. A few quiet people, me included. The sounds of people being scolded for their behavior at school. The cracking as I crack my fingers. The clickity-clacking of the keys on the keyboard.
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Home
Every week, I look forward to Sundays with my mom. My mom is a beautiful woman. She never wears designer clothes but she wears leggings, T-shirts, and sweatpants. She smells like the Thank You Next perfume by Arianna Grande.
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When I Grow Up...
Write a story, poem, or create your own way to express what you want to be when you grow up. This could be written about what you want to have accomplished by the next four, ten, twenty, or even fifty years.
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Waning Moon, Fleeing Soul
The moon is waning,
slipping away into the night,much like my mind.
As I run over boulders and logs and grass and hills and trees and rivers and —
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What I Learned This Year In School
Even your favorite subject can be your hardest.
Even the "smart ones" will fail.
Even good grades become futile.
Even a textbook won't teach you.