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the pamplemousse / has finished rotting / everyone’s sky / under my french nails
On my third day in East Liverpool, I walked into an antique store on a narrow street that climbed gently up from the Ohio River. Its neighbors were a boarded-up auto repair shop and a Christian bookstore, open but deserted. The sidewalks were empty, with grass growing in the cracks.
Either I will fall asleep or I will not. / If I fall asleep either I will dream vividly or I will not.
They think it’s been months since my mom tried to contact me. / The cousins say she’s reaching out to connect. I say it’s been years / of you are such a bitch and this whole family is done with you.
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We fail to teach joy as a writing praxis because the concept of joy is something we seek, whereas grief is something we sit in. Around us, joy does not seem as abundant as does the weight of grief.
This piece is a part of our “Featured Collaborators” project, where we highlight the achievements of those who have helped make The Headlight Review possible. Today, we would like to extend our gratitude to Gregory Emilio for his support as our Guest Poetry Editor for Volume 2 of our magazine.
Drafting is the struggle to write like yourself and read like someone else.
The “write like yourself” part sounds easy until you become a writer. You’ll find it takes years of chipping away at a block of granite to find the authentic writer-self within.
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the pamplemousse / has finished rotting / everyone’s sky / under my french nails
On my third day in East Liverpool, I walked into an antique store on a narrow street that climbed gently up from the Ohio River. Its neighbors were a boarded-up auto repair shop and a Christian bookstore, open but deserted. The sidewalks were empty, with grass growing in the cracks.
Either I will fall asleep or I will not. / If I fall asleep either I will dream vividly or I will not.
They think it’s been months since my mom tried to contact me. / The cousins say she’s reaching out to connect. I say it’s been years / of you are such a bitch and this whole family is done with you.
Tonight, it’s clubbing. Tomorrow, Frannie says it’s an afternoon visiting an old temple in Stanley Market to see the pelt of the last real tiger ever in the territory.
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We fail to teach joy as a writing praxis because the concept of joy is something we seek, whereas grief is something we sit in. Around us, joy does not seem as abundant as does the weight of grief.
This piece is a part of our “Featured Collaborators” project, where we highlight the achievements of those who have helped make The Headlight Review possible. Today, we would like to extend our gratitude to Gregory Emilio for his support as our Guest Poetry Editor for Volume 2 of our magazine.
Drafting is the struggle to write like yourself and read like someone else.
The “write like yourself” part sounds easy until you become a writer. You’ll find it takes years of chipping away at a block of granite to find the authentic writer-self within.
I have emailed and texted myself when I have an idea and my phone, but not a piece of paper and pen. What I like best is the moment when the kids are at school, and I sit in my brown reclining chair with a cup of coffee and maybe a cat next to me, or somewhere nearby, and I have time to think deep thoughts. Those days are rare and precious.