We swell like crops, then blue
———and toughen to marble
——————till the maggots come.
Ravens start with eye-morsels, swallowing everything.
———They slurp sunsets and children on bikes, Continue reading
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I lost my job on November 14, 2016. It was my first post-college job, where I was a copywriter at Belk headquarters. Eight hours a day were spent constructing captions for online products. Things like, “Infuse your wardrobe with Mediterranean flair. Inspired by lush sunsets and craggy seas, this free-flowing dress is perfect for a warm night out. Pair it with c
hunky wedges for a finish that’s casually bold.” While it was an excellent first job and I was grateful to have it, the monotony was often maddening. Continue reading
My kitchen smells like Tung oil, which is what they use to stain the thick rims of pool tables. It’s just now starting to feel like “my” kitchen, and I’m slowly getting used to Atlanta being one of my ho
mes. Usually, the intersection of Virginia and Highland Avenues smells like frothy smog soup, loaded with chunks of sizzling burgers and sprinkled with coffee grounds. My street smells eternally delicious. Continue reading
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