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Book Whore’s Literary Digest: Writes Like A Genius

Sometimes to be perfectly honest, writing can be fucking beautiful. I say this confidently as a reader, writer, and self-proclaimed literary goddess. When I come across a piece of word-wizardry, I am always held in a state of awe, which … Continue reading

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The Journal Of Me: What I Say In My Words

Everyone’s heard of the famous phrase, a picture is worth a thousand words. Although I am not a visual artist this is something I have played around with. I recently joined Pinterest and have been having a grand old time … Continue reading

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A Poetic Reflection: Journal Of My Life

If I were to write out my story in a poem what lyrics would pour forth. Would my words be beautiful? Would my mind sing silence? Or would it bleed with the depth and ferocity, like the soul of a … Continue reading

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A Novelist And A Poet Dance As One

To speak eloquently, takes something of eloquence within the spirit. It rests in your ability to feel what is essential to humanity and then regurgitate that in a forms that adds a graceful brush stoke to the tapestry of beauty. … Continue reading

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Writing Like Your Soul Depended On It

Recently, I’ve decided to take a literary honeymoon, and like Jackie Gleason used to boast, oh how sweet it is. Between school work, constant editing, self-pimping, blogging, the whimsy of my imagination had to go on holiday. So it was … Continue reading

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Chasing Joy: Making Magic With Words

One of my favorite movies and one of the most poignant, if not intelligently conscious films ever written is American Beauty. The film speaks to tragedy and resurrection; superfluous shallowness and unimagined depth. It is about things that seem to … Continue reading

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Writing In My Naked Flesh

A few years ago I decided to write out the contents of my soul. There was no particular motivation or even discernible inspiration—just simply a sudden inclination on my part to express my poetic melancholy. The effort resulted in nearly … Continue reading

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