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A Few of My Favorite Things

While the longest government shutdown in history continues, hate speech is on a rampage, and winter storms sweep the nation, here are some good things to focus on in 2019.

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Uncategorized Ryan Mulrooney Uncategorized Ryan Mulrooney

fatherhood

I did not ask to be a winter father of perfect bindingand collage art. The mod podge adhered muse andhand-me-down expectations. Though fathersraise a new generation and hope they’ll learn and listen.

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Uncategorized Illumination Editor Uncategorized Illumination Editor

the forsacred

wecross thehundred yards to itsfeet, frozen grass surrenderingunder our feet, all at once we are at itsfeet like disciples. shh... pause. close your eyeeye eye... the air s invisible and tastes like silver- moonlight seeps through your eyelids like a spirit through a veil-can you hear that humming?

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Uncategorized Illumination Editor Uncategorized Illumination Editor

International Womyn’s Day

I want to write an ode to womyn. All womyn.Tall womyn short womeyn fat womyn skinny womyn, self-proclaimed womyn, and shelf-ashamed womyn. "Womyn" spelled with a 'y' not an 'e' because men aren't any part of our identity.

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Essays Illumination Editor Essays Illumination Editor

Playing with Genre

“Library again?” He had a way of looking at her that made her feel like she was being studied, and in that respect she grew bold.“What if we did something different, like a sensory immersion story?”He glanced at his watch. “I don’t think I have time for a full feature immersion, I’ve got a meeting not too long after this.”“A scene then?”

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Essays, Uncategorized Meg Ruocco Essays, Uncategorized Meg Ruocco

Teeth in the wall in Valdosta, Georgia

This poem is about a building in Georgia in which thousands of teeth were found in the walls. Turns out it used to be a dentist’s office, and they would stick their patients' teeth in the wall so they didn’t have to throw them away. It was so bizarre that I immediately knew I needed to write a poem about it.

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