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“With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone, it is dead. But you can’t start over with each new second, you have to judge by what is dead.

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#FF Poem of the week

Winter Trees by Sylvia Plath

 The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.

On their blotter of fog the trees

Seem a botanical drawing– 61 more words

Poetry

Suicide Pact

SUICIDE PACT

CHARACTERS

VINCE
THRASH

SETTING
A small apartment with a broken television.

(VINCE sits next to THRASH on the floor. They flip through bills, most with FINAL NOTICE written on them.) 478 more words

Death

It Takes 19 Lines to Build a Villanelle

Today is the 19th, which is another wonderful opportunity to post a villanelle. This one’s pretty famous, as the biographical note accompanying The Bell Jar… 208 more words

Poetry

Sylvia Plath: The Lotus in the Flames

Sylvia Plath was at the prime of her life in an age when women were either virgins or whores, taffeta skirts were the fashion, feminism was just becoming a thing and Marilyn Monroe already was. 626 more words

Sylvia Plath

Our inspiration, not our fate: I am, I am, I am

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

It was Sylvia Plath’s ricocheting that first intrigued me. 2,778 more words

Essays

A BOUQUET OF WEEDS; part deux

Here’s a little section from my Esther Greenwood part of the collection;

June 28th, 1953

How do you even begin to talk about something like this? 678 more words

Fiction