A poem written for an old love
This came out of a free-write in the backseat of a car. Something like that. “A Simile Like You” Adriana E. Ramírez We drive along the highway in Indiana snow on the ground—sunglassed and pure like a Tuesday. And inside…
In a Purple Room lies a Nurple Boom
I have been the worst blogger ever. When things are well (or at least busy), I get so caught up in the happenings of the universe, that I forget to write. It’s like I go through stages of intense thinking…
Almost Done
Since I returned to Pittsburgh, I’ve been buried in writing my thesis manuscript. I keep saying it’s done and then I go back and throw away chapters at a time, because I suddenly realize I hate them. I’ve rewritten the…
The Good Life
My head feels like it’s the size of a small planet. I keep getting dizzy and there’s no real accounting as to the whys and whats of this. Every time the phone rings while I’m conscious, I silence it because…
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