Valentine’s Day

Here is an unfinished/unpolished clipping with love xxx

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I’ve been working on a poem that’ll intersect at the variables of ‘love’ and ‘color’. It’s not finished- it won’t be until my deadline in one week.

Here’s a clip for all lovebirds who may be reading:

“kiss gold in the Penn Station Auntie Anne’s / golden pretzels twisted like our / lives— a Jenga masterpiece / cadence of the footsteps / another round;”

With love on today of all days xxx

With love, Alyssa

Honestly, we need to eliminate sonnets

Sonnets poisoned our water supply, burned our crops, and delivered a plague unto our houses.

My second semester of college has commenced and I’m in a bit of a time crunch, but I recently came across an old sonnet I had to write for my writing workshop class in high school, and after reading it, I had an epiphany. What if, hear me out… what if we eliminate sonnets? Who likes them, honestly? We should just stop writing them, stop talking about them, and if someone ever brings up the word ‘sonnet’ again, we should just start screaming.

Maybe I’m just very a little bitter over my experience writing two of those monsters in high school. With that said, I’ve grown much as a writer, so I decided to take my sonnet-fueled loathing and put it to good use. As a result, I’ve rewritten parts of a sorry excuse for a passing grade.

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