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Strange Features

I’m the type to go unseen in the world. I’m the milk of women. —Ellen Welcker Once while boarding a train Marilyn Monroe turned to a friend and said Do you want to see me turn it on? She didn’t change clothes, but suddenly autograph-seekers swarmed over her blue light. Sometimes it’s like that—deciding to be wanted. Wanting to be watched. A secret sonar sent…

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“My Beautiful Broken Brain”: Writing My Way Through a TBI

In the recent documentary, My Beautiful Broken Brain, a thirty-four-year-old woman in London records her recovery from a traumatic brain injury (TBI) following a massive stroke. While watching, I couldn’t help but relive my own experiences surviving a TBI, and the years following that catastrophic event. At first, I thought: I’m so lucky that my injury wasn’t so severe. Yet as the film progressed, and I…

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Two Mice of Ivory and Other Poems

Two Mice of Ivory The year my father set adrift, the levee burst, my family’s belongings blew out all the windows and doors— making clear who held the foundation, close-fisted and sturdy— and nobody cared to clear up the debris, least of all my mother; who, instead, called forth the buzzards to graze on the heirlooms, leaving me to imagine a past wherein the birds…

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Joyride

“Nimbus, stratocumulus, cumulus—” Mel began. “Don’t forget cumulonimbus.” Dash always butted in, throwing around all her big words and ideas, adding “lenticular” or “supercell storm cloud” when she could. “Shut up!” Mel punched her younger sister on the upper arm but not too hard. They both stared up, the air empty and blue, not a nimbostratus in sight. In fact, the sun was so big…

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