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Depaysement by breezypixy, literature

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Depaysement

I wake to a robin sleeping on my windowsill – inside – "omen of death," says the voice of someone else's grandmother. * Six Cashel turrets threaten to topple on to my bed – shirts, pants, sweaters, pajamas, dresses, underwear – and a Stonehenge of toiletries performs rituals on the sink as it waits. Two suitcases swallow them all. * The robin nests atop the cabinetry as my parents embalm me with kisses and my father's unshed tears. I promise to call and send postcards I will tuck into memory boxes instead of mailboxes. * Swaddled in sweats and a coat too warm for Midwest summers – I curl into myself and the

My Mouth is a Slut by breezypixy, literature

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My Mouth is a Slut

She has tasted home in many places – so many that sometimes she does not remember which bed she sleeps in when the word French kisses the air. She confesses to my parents that I can't wait to go home as we eat at our kitchen table. She dances with dorm and home until the sounds blur from all the code-switching; she doesn't care that the walls she just called home to this year's roommates were six years and seven hundred miles away. She says the word too easily, too quickly. Six weeks in a tent in British Columbia. Two weeks in an apartment in Galway. One week camped in the foothills of Nevada. She is not looking for commitment,

A Four Letter Word by breezypixy, literature

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A Four Letter Word

I. 4544 Traxton Drive Pancake dinners on Saturdays and late night ice cream snacks; the blue and tan buffalo plaid my father wears every year on my birthday; my mother dragging a comb through my waterfall hair – each snag a reminder of threats to cut growing strands years ago; "Is this your daughter? She looks just like you!" II. Culver Academies Lounging in red vinyl booths, guzzling greasy chicken fingers and mozzarella sticks; adding "Burberry" and "Lulu Lemon" to my vocabulary while learning how to tuck Oxford shirts into Nightwatch kilts; back rubs before ballet, navigating knotted shoulders and straps; the pizza delivery guy w

Things I Learned at Grandma and Grandpa's Farm by breezypixy, literature

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Things I Learned at Grandma and Grandpa's Farm

Corn should be knee high by the Fourth of July. Ambrosia must taste like raw milk with the cream just skimmed off. Cows don't say moo – there's an r in there somewhere. My uncles always smell like barn – a musk of hay bales and manure. I'm not allowed to slide down the conveyor belt, abandoned in the hay loft. The only good cat is a barn cat. If you go out back to the crik,, there ain't any crawdads – just frogs and no-see-ums, maybe a handful of berries. Grandma will make berry jam if you pick her enough. The barn ruf still needs fixin. Cow tongues feel like soggy sandpaper. Corn sheaves will slice at skin if you jay-

Flag Girls by breezypixy, literature

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Flag Girls

On Friday nights, we lined up, marched onto the field before kick-off, roll-stepped to drummers half a beat off, saluted to a Star Spangled Banner mangled by stuttering fingers. Then we waited on metal stands as our boys in green fought for glory (a losing battle every week). Eight flag girls with voices louder than the cheerleaders made a game of shaking sparkles from fading uniforms onto the concession stand crowds, puffy in their winter coats. (There was a 50-50 chance it would snow on Homecoming). At half time, the warriors re-grouped as we cracked our frozen lips into smiles and juggled six foot fiberglass instruments into blazes of

Midwest Haiku by breezypixy, literature

Psithurism: Blue Ridge Mountain Symphony by breezypixy, literature

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Psithurism: Blue Ridge Mountain Symphony

I take my place, the lights dimmed to gilded glow. My bare feet push against pebbled concrete, lifting the porch swing high like a conductor's baton. Pause. The baton drops. A cacophony of creaks, both wood and chain, wakes the orchestra. Rusting links keep time. Cicadas join with jaunty trills, discovering harmony in discordance. Song sparrows append their descant, and the melody soars on soprano wings. A hush falls as the hummingbird soloist moves to center stage. I listen to the soft vibrato of his wings as he flits and flutters - both dancer and musician. A rival male appears, and the song crescendos, two vibrating strings fighti

Firefly is the Opposite of Waterfall by breezypixy, literature

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Firefly is the Opposite of Waterfall

I. Heavy humidity lifted by fingers of starlight, we played A – My name is Alice as we tested our legs on the trampoline And my husband's name is Albert. until we fell, imprinting black dust on the backs of our thighs, We live in Alabama moonwalked until a mother opened sliding glass doors to call one of us to bed. And we sell apples! II. Geared up with nets and plastic bug boxes, we chased stars, fallen flashes of fire, which unwittingly courted us as well as mates of their own kind. We hunted between blue spruces for the type of love we knew we would have to let free when time's hands flew to nine o'clock. "Can't I keep them,

Sleeping Genes by breezypixy, literature

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Sleeping Genes

I sleep like my father – blankets exiled by our feet, sheet resting somewhere between hips and shoulders. We fold onto our sides, trying to reclaim infanthood; or lying horizontal, on backs or stomachs, one arm splays above our heads. A leg copies – knee complementing elbow, hip complementing shoulder. Mouths fall ajar, breathing when our shared allergies block nostrils. My mother laughs at the double image.

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Depaysement by breezypixy, literature

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My Mouth is a Slut by breezypixy, literature

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My Mouth is a Slut

A Four Letter Word by breezypixy, literature

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A Four Letter Word

Things I Learned at Grandma and Grandpa's Farm by breezypixy, literature

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Things I Learned at Grandma and Grandpa's Farm

Flag Girls by breezypixy, literature

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Flag Girls

Midwest Haiku by breezypixy, literature

Psithurism: Blue Ridge Mountain Symphony by breezypixy, literature

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Psithurism: Blue Ridge Mountain Symphony

Firefly is the Opposite of Waterfall by breezypixy, literature

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Firefly is the Opposite of Waterfall

Sleeping Genes by breezypixy, literature

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Sleeping Genes

the red table by breezypixy, literature

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In Which I Finally Find A Good Man by UntamedUnwanted, literature

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In Which I Finally Find A Good Man

I tell him, if you love me, you need to stop reading the poems. I tell him, if you read them, you will find a version of me you hate. I tell him, if you want a future with me, you will stop reading the poems. Because the girl in the poems is kerosene dreams and ink stained scars and whiskey flavoured fury, and the girl he is in love with is cotton candy soft and summer dresses and vodka laughter. I tell him, he can’t have both because he doesn’t want both, no one wants a girl whose lungs are smoke black rage even if her heart is made of tissue silk. Girls who are both, are too volatile, too painful to love. So I keep he

ace of spades by MisfitableGrae, literature

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ace of spades

1. i come out wrong. well, no, sorry. i come out loudly. i tell my friends almost immediately, before the puzzle is even halfway complete. i tell them that given the opportunity and the consent i would probably fuck the waitress that waved at us as we walked in. but the words aren’t as true as i want them to be, mostly because i don’t want to fuck her, i want to hold her hand. i want to be the one that gets to hug her from behind and kiss her cheek when she’s sad. i wanna know if she’s afraid of thunderstorms, i wanna know if she builds blanket forts, i wanna know her stance on eskimo kisses and if she would let someo

your poem by MisfitableGrae, literature

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your poem

you tell me on a thursday that you can’t find the god inside of yourself anymore, that you think that you are finally too much honeycomb and not enough human because lately everything has been slipping through your fingers, and you don’t know how you can keep holding yourself together anymore. if today is the day that you look at the stars and you no longer feel their burn beneath your bones, i will show you the blanket i tried to make when i was eight, and i will tell you all i know about the string theory, which isn’t much, i admit, but i do know the basics, and that’s that everything in the universe is composed

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Dec 5
United States
Deviant for 13 years
She / Her

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My Bio

Just a girl who writes and dances to keep herself sane. A grad student studying archaeology and a writer on the side.

Favourite TV Shows

Supergirl, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Keith Harkin, James Taylor, Joshua Radin

Favourite Writers

Anne McCaffery

Tools of the Trade

pencil and paper, Cannon PowerShot A590 IS

Other Interests

dance, archaeology, nature walks, museums

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breezypixy

May 26, 2017

A New Journey

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So.... I graduated from college with a BA in creative writing and archaeology! It's a thing I did. It's done. I also did the thing in which I committed to a graduate school, so I'll be entering the Brave New World of UChicago in the fall to earn my master's degree in (anthropology) social sciences. Which sadly will probably mean I won't have a lot of time to write. But never fear, I have a whole chapbook of poems from my senior thesis to upload! I'm going to just upload a couple at a time so that I'm not as inactive on here as I would be if I dumped them all and then left. (Oh, by the way, I'm also headed back out to British Columbia for s

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breezypixy

Mar 17, 2016

Hello Again

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Hi there! It's been a while since I've posted anything. Honestly, I haven't been writing much, or at least not writing much that I like. After my poetry class last semester, I was so excited to keep writing and keep the creative juices going, but then life happened. I've discovered it's hard to find the mental space to write when you're busy and aren't required to spend time writing for a class.  This isn't really a new discovery, but it's been coupled with a transition to using dance to express myself more. When I get frustrated or angry or sad, I go to the dance studio now instead of pulling out paper and a pencil. That's not a bad thing e

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breezypixy

May 23, 2015

Upload Avalanche

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(A.k.a. I finished my poetry class) Hi everyone! So it's the end of my sophomore year of college! Eeep! I can't decide if I'm excited or terrified that my undergrad education is half over. But either way, I took a poetry class this semester so I've got a whole bunch of poems that I'm excited to share with y'all.  Some of them are more finished than others, but since I'm so bad at uploading during the semester, I think you guys deserve all the new stuff I've got. I'm going to spread it out over the next few days - I just uploaded my form poems, I'll probably post the rest of my exercise poems that are typed up tomorrow, the nice "manuscript"

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LadyBitterblue

Nov 14, 2014

Hi Mariah,
just dropping by to ask how you are. How are you? I hope this week was lovely for you and you'll enjoy your weekend. I really like your bio a lot ^^ You sound like a beautiful soul.
Lots of love,
Ann

breezypixy

Nov 15, 2014

Hi there, Ann!
I'm doing pretty well. How are you? I hope everything is well and that this weekend brings you some lovely adventures.

Why thank you! I can tell that you are a lovely soul as well by how you put a smile on my face with your random post and care for someone you barely know.
Hugs and smiles,
Mariah

LadyBitterblue

Nov 15, 2014

I'm glad to hear!

I'm okay... Just feeling a little sick because I ate too many cookies

There are only imaginary adventures this weekend for me, working on my novel and such. Oh thank you very much! I'm so happy that it gave you a smile. I love knowing that I could give someone a little joy.

breezypixy

Nov 16, 2014

Well, of all the reasons to feel sick, that's probably one of the best! Imaginary adventures are sometimes the best! Good luck on your novel!

kissysaltcoatedangel

Feb 8, 2014

Thanks a bunch for the fav!!!

You're welcome!