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Student of the Theatre

I work on my audition in a box
of black of basement and intention true:
you show up, take it in, and like a fox, 109 more words

N.Y.C.

Express

That fall, Mom worried off the map; my father
got some virus in his legs, and addicted
to morphine on the couch to recovery.

I learned about these things, later, or rather… 74 more words

N.Y.C.

Why, Soldiers, Why?

Why New York revisited? Why now? Why, ever?
Wasn’t it, like, ten thousand years ago?
The answer’s nothing fancy. Just so’s you know,
it’s the only thing that’s left. 95 more words

N.Y.C.

Inside a Coffee Shop on Lower Fifth

I’m going back to leave a tip and meet
the waitress halfway in between my seat

and the cashier. Just leave it here, she says, 94 more words

N.Y.C.

Love’s Strength

Since you took my heart I give little heed
For social norms that say I can’t succeed
I found my peace with my love by my side…

108 more words
Poetry

Lost and Found

I lift the sill six stories up and shake
the dregs of last night’s coffee to the street
along with roaches drowned within the black… 84 more words

N.Y.C.

Why is Shakespeare so important (and not complicated at all)

Today I’d like to write about something that’s been bugging me a little bit ever since we’ve studied Shakespeare at school (that’s been quite a while), and that is this common students’ perception of Shakespeare as a complicated, ancient, almost unnecessary author, with which I disagree quite a lot. 889 more words

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