Debbie and Jane are PhD Fellowship students, preparing for beginning PhD next year. Both studied Fine Art Site and Archive MA at UCLan, and both are concerned with memory and experience of space. 307 more words
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It was June 13th, 2014. I was leaving the movies with my friends. As I was crossing the intersection, I got ran over. I blanked out for about five minutes and when I woke up, I tried to stand up, and when I stood up, my bone came out of my skin. 1,735 more words
It has been a while coming, but this is the next installment in my “how to change your personal narrative” series. As with pretty much everything I write on this topic, there’s a decent chance you’ve already read something similar to what I write here. 749 more words
This piece was originally published in an anthology titled Home.
It was late February, and I stood perched at my kitchen window, welcoming the sun-streaked curtains, the slightly rising temperatures, and the familiar songs of returning robins in the springtime. 738 more words