youth
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The New Year
Time has lost all meaning. We park and get out of the car. The air is briny and wet. I watch the waves dissolve into the sand.
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The Prophecy
There was the butterfly knife. The idea of it, not the thing in reality—sleek, wicked-edged, the same kind of knife you once asked to borrow because you were walking home alone and you wanted to be the most dangerous thing…
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On Loitering
In Charles Moore’s iconic black-and-white photograph, Coretta looks on stoically, lips parted, hands clasped in front as her husband, Martin Luther King, has his right arm bent behind his back by a police officer in a tall hat.
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Hold On to What You’ve Got
It feels like we created each other from scratch, scribbling in the details and watching ourselves take shape.
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Who’s the Narcissist?
Emily Gould may be the queen of oversharing—but you’re the one reading this review of her book.
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Rumpus Original – On Teaching Poetry To Women In Prison
I was nineteen. Prison seemed sexy and foreign—as did most forbidden things. Maybe I wanted to seem tough. Maybe I needed something to differentiate me from all the other over-achieving, world-traveled students at the university I attended. Maybe I felt…
