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Bobi and Paleoart
The world’s oldest dog died four days ago, at 31 years old. His name was Bobi and they fed him rice and chicken everyday. The one thing I love more than dinosaurs is dogs, because I’ve got one and she is the world to me. Dogs are…well. They’re the best thing to ever happen, really.…
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I’m Free! Also, My Thoughts on Dinosaurs
Today I woke up, and inhaled air through both of my miraculously clear nostrils. I stood up, and I was not dizzy. I am no longer sick!! Between doing sessions of homework, I’ve been thinking about dinosaurs. Well. I think about dinosaurs all the time. Looking up from my creaky dorm desk as I write…
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I Reactivate My Repetitive Strain Injury With a Gourd, More at Ten
I’m lying about the “more at ten” part. But, out of the frying pan and into the fire, right? I’m finally over my sickness (aside from a little residual congestion), so I decided it was time for a new problem. Luckily, I also decided to carve a pumpkin. So, two birds, one squash. I actually…
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Mini-Crisis and a Pitiful College Dinner (Delicious)
Today, I had one of those moments where everything is going suspiciously well. I’ve been feeling way better from my sickness, I had no homework, and I was feeling calm and relaxed. So, naturally, something had to be wrong. I ended up stress-strolling (it’s one of my superpowers!) up to rock canyon (again) and turning…
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Questival and Other Adventures
Today, my college dorm decided to do Questival: the game of a social scavenger hunt, where you do activities like “sing a song to a stranger” or “bake a cake” in order to earn points. The dorm was split into teams, and we were off to the races! Except we weren’t. The activity started at…
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My Sickness Turns Into Boundless Gratitude and Love for my Mother
Waking up this morning, I found that I’m still sick. Like the title says, less so, but I think half of me was expecting to wake up and find the closest doctor examining me while exclaiming “Incredible! You’re the first person to never get sick again!” So, I can breathe much better than yesterday, but…
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The Sickness Takes Hold (and a bonus recipe)
My past week can only be described as a congested nightmare; as it turns out, my immune system doesn’t love me anymore and proceeded to dump the nastiest cold I’ve ever had on me. (Well. It might be more of a “I’m in college now, so my sickness treatment consists of lying in bed and…
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New Year’s Poem
This might be my favorite poem I’ve ever written. I don’t know what magic was in the air on the New Year of 2022, but I sure do love what it made me write. I walked through the sands of time Past memories, ankle-deep I swept away unwanted grime And picked what I wished to keep. My pockets full…
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You Made It! And I Am With You!
This one was written shortly after I was sitting at a school play all alone, in my Junior year of high school. The play was Singin’ in the Rain, and in the middle of the part where he sings “I’m happy again!” I realized I was crying. Tears of joy, luckily, because I had just…
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The Rat Coven!
The Rat Coven is a nickname affectionally given to Lucy and I from Dad. It came about after a solid week where we tried to twerk every time he wasn’t looking, and then laugh at him for it. (The wonders of teen daughters. We are a charming bunch.) So, he called us the Rat Coven…
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The Poem About Sisters
This one was more experimental, since my poems usually follow the same format. I wanted to play with words and pacing more than the rhyme and rhythm of it. We have passed our lives between our beds, eyes closed and drawn close against the wall I think I would be a much lonelier person without you To…
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The Halfway Graduation
This is one of my favorite poems I’ve written. It came about from all of the stress that growing up entails. I wrote it about halfway through my senior year of highschool, but that’s not where the title came from. It was just a point in my life where everything felt a bit halfway. I…
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The Universe is Alive and it Found Me in a Parking Lot
I wrote this one several years ago, and I credit it with being the first poem to make my dad cry. (Sorry, dad.) I was coming out of my depression when I wrote it, and I was feeling very grateful to be alive. Whenever I’m feeling those big feelings, I notice that I tend to…
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Telling Aliens About Earth
This is actually only an excerpt of a longer poem that I vaguely remember writing one night after I had a dream that I was forced to convince aliens not to get rid of Earth. I think it stemmed from people arguing about the whole “we are the virus!” thing. I dunno. But I liked…
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A Frustration-Riddled Poem About Artificial Intelligence
The creator of the downfall Entered his hollow room Filled with generated artworks Made by a thieving pixel loom, And pet his computer dog, And plugged it in to sleep. And sat on his automated mattress And he began to weep. He hugged his robot wife In her 3D-printed shirt And looked into her unblinking eyes Unaware of how he hurt. “Where’s the wonder in the world?” He…
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Lonely College Food Court Poem
I can’t hold your hand from here. It’s not far—in fact, it’s hungrily close. So I reach down to my shadow and grab on tight, And try to make do with my ghost. It’s a bit cold for shorts in September—My hair stands on my legs with a shiver. So I rub my knees with the hand that you’d hold: The…
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My Inevitable Psychotic Teen-Girlness Leads to This…
When I first got a phone, one of the first websites I visited was my dad’s blog, Amishrobot. (Hi, dad!) It was a delightful insight into his life: full of little anecdotes, stories, and thoughts that trailed around and followed his whims of storytelling. I bookmarked it immediately and spent the next several years digging…