Category: Fall 2018

to the people in power at Miami University

what is happening brush it off sweep it under the rug august 30. september 6. september 17. september 21. september 23. september 23. september 29. october 2. october 4. october 16. october 20. november 1. november 18. another report. never to be talked about again. don’t let them see the scars of those who have been violated the months spent in therapy the nights spent in tears instead of sleep the days spent continuously asking why make it look like everything is excellent don’t let anyone see their pain because even though this place is falling apart even if...

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the ribbon we cannot untie

a new chapter unfolds or are we not all walking stories ? disappearing seconds like scintillating snowflakes as they brush the ground the same, but different life penned streaming through the ghostly past that shimmers silently through the present steadily looking on into the future days and chapters page past monotonously not until later when we’ve forgotten the beginning returning to reread to reimagine what went before attempting to change what we cannot in our minds the past can be shifted, slanted snowflakes melted so long ago words on torn pages fading as memories do flipping back the picture...

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An uncanny resemblance

My mom sits in the wooden chairs outside Bodega, her long blond hair covering her face as she hunches over her iPhone. She’s wearing the red reading glasses she reluctantly bought at Kroger and squints while she texts using only her right pointer finger. I approach her from behind, embracing her in a tight hug around her shoulders. It’s only been about a month since I last saw her, but she asked me earlier this week if she could drive the two hours from Indianapolis to get lunch. She’d told me that seeing me and my brother is her...

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A win and a loss

Names and some minor details changed to protect privacy. Grant and Sarah had been on the rocks for quite some time. The problem was that only Grant knew this. Several weeks ago, he’d laid out the entire relationship in a line graph on a napkin at Mac and Joe’s. His friends wondered how he and Sarah were doing, since some of them held the two as the pinnacle of what a relationship could be. “Here’s where the relationship started,” Grant said, placing his pen near the top left of the graph. “Then it curved up like this for a while. But then it dropped, climbed back up, but it never got back to that initial high.” This peak-and-valley pattern repeated, and the final graph descended like stairs across the length of the napkin. Grant then complemented his drawing with tales of a summer of phone calls and visits that had worn him down and stressed him out. To Grant’s friends, Sarah always seemed like one of those people who is “always right.” Grant confirmed this, and his face bore a history of argument after argument about nothing. “So I was planning on breaking up with her after I got back from Ethics Bowl Nationals in a few weeks. But, she bought a plane ticket and a hotel room for Nationals.” Grant’s friends sat back with their eyes ready to...

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Coloring and chatting

Names changed to protect privacy. Jessica colors the page neatly, a yellow crayon held purposefully in her hand, transforming the black-and-white outlines into waves of primary colors. On the table in front of her lies a coloring page with boys and girls dressed as scientists, teachers and police officers. Jessica takes a few minutes to warm up after learning I’m her mentor, but once she starts talking, her voice grows animated and excited. Jessica tells me she’s pretty shy and doesn’t like raising her hand in class or participating in group activities. Her eyes tell me that she’s seen...

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