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I graduated in 2007 from Brown University with a degree in art history and am currently pursuing a masters of English. I work with special-needs kids and coach the jumpers on the track and field team at my old high school in Pennsylvania. My favorite writers

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Arts & Humanities > Art Appreciation Understanding abstract art: 1 of 27
Modern Abstraction in ArtModern Abstraction arose during a time of war and artistic revelation. Many were disgusted with its apparent lack of content and rationality yet the great abstract firsts had great content in their work, whether considered purely abstract or not; and this content ran in themes throughout abstract styl... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Depression: 66 of 694
Dark shadows are dancingAround my bed tonightThis night's been a mixtureOf what is good and what seems badTonight's been transcendentAnd I'm alone in my room again. The glow of the lamp sprawls out across my empty deskAnd creeps over the surface of the brown, fake wood,Gradually dimming, decreasing, decaying.Tonight's been a ... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Literary suicide: 1 of 8
The artistic life is a beautiful suicide -Oscar Wilde Everyone knows someone or at least knows someone who knows someone who has committed suicide; and it generally isn't perceived as "beautiful." I've known one too many beautiful people to have taken their lives without warning and left a hundred confused people in search of... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: In my dreams: 28 of 214
Was it only in a dreamI saw greenWillow brightIn the pathway full of fright?Its loneliness caught my eyeNot to be tainted by the sweetSmell of nectar golden sweet.Tomorrow I'll dreamWith a glisten in my eyeDeadened with the musty greenOf nightmarish frightWhich cannot outweigh the stars brightBut can compare to the caramel br... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Unrequited love: 8 of 54
She's pretty, I thought. She looks nothing like me, my thought continues on. I'm not tyring to do anything except trying to tell a story.I'm not trying to describe my emotions or how I felt, how I felt at this moment, or how this person made me feel; I'm just trying to tell a story. Of course, she's pretty because she looks n... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Colors: 10 of 66
"Our Mind Shall Perceive in Color" -Our mind shall perceive in color; not wordsLike the light of judgment.Our tongue is the destiny of a generation,ignorant of redemptionOur blindness is but one man's minor downfallOur chair, the chair of thousandsOur fingers touch the crevices of despairYet we know not what love isAnd suicid... More..
Creative Writing > Essays Essays: Laughter: 2 of 12
My family laughs a lot. We all think we're real funny like a bunch of sketch comedians. We may still be amateurs but when we're together we feed off each other's jokes; becoming funnier to one another as time passes. My mom and her 6 sisters are all very close and when they get together they get to storytelling and laughing. ... More..
Arts & Humanities > Writing Tips Preparation for writing fiction: 2 of 10
Fiction:-the act of feigning, inventing, or imagining.-the class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration, esp. in prose form.-an imaginary thing or event, postulated for the purposes of argument or explanation-something feigned, invented, or imagined; a made-up story: We've all heard the fiction of her being i... More..
Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Despair: 3 of 12
A mangled wolf prowled along his path, drool dribbling down his lips and cheeks, some of it already caked and smelling the fur of his neck. A crescent moon appears on the horizon, the stars are barely visible, it is going to be a damp, cloudy night. The wolf devoured everything in sighteven the grass fell victim to his cruel ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The jungle: 11 of 40
Sestina:Jungle (abcdef, faebdc, cfdabe, ecbfad, deacfb, bdfeca, eca (bdf))In the jungle, floating mistSways in and out of unknown vinesTo trip and spit and rhyme among branchesWhose long spindles CREEP! Like the greenOf your eyes. Everything is real in the swayOf things. Everything lives in the mossOn the trees. I would like ... More..