I Need the Highway Like Kerouac Needed His Road.
Hope grows on farm stands in America. Where this pandemic has made everything right seem wrong, the only real thing I can make sense of is this highway.
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Alise Versella
I Peel the Bark off the Trees and See My Skin.
Next time you are near trees, touch your palm to their bodies and think of all of history’s petrified wood, how each ring circling inside it tells a story.
I Read Books While Time Burrows Into Me.
Most books I own do not finish with 'the end'. It seems to me, like life itself, a great work simply trails off, like forgotten phrases.
Midas’ Daughter, Liberty’s Sister: How I No Longer Care.
Do you realize lately how important it is to pay attention to everything you are consuming? Which are the moments where you consume the lie?
Resurgence of Punk: A New Kind of Anarchy.
You see, Punk is a movement that says we’d rather live outside your society and make our own. We sin differently and that scares you.
The Chessboard of Coronavirus.
My mind is a constant fuss, and I am worried and afraid, like I am stuck on the bus in Lincoln Tunnel traffic and cannot see the opening.
The Sexiness in the Heat of Summer. {poetry}
They say the Italian girls have hot blood. Oh, how we rage. Our little bodies a violent ray of heat, we love like we burn… blistering.
The Grandeur of the Body: Breaking Free from Suburbia.
As I approach my 10-year high school reunion, I ruminate on the glory and derision I have for small towns. Small minds and how we cage ourselves up, unaware of all we have before us if only we ventured beyond our borders. How getting to fully know ourselves and our place amidst the vastness of ...
Sometimes I Will Long for Talk at Two A.M.: Ode to the Night Owl. {poetry}
Sometimes this stomach is not full, no matter what I’ve eaten. This hollow pit wants a warmth not attained by what I can fill it with.
‘Tis the Season to Let Money Make up for Lack of Decency the Rest of the Year.
We fill ourselves on resolutions saying this is the year it will take, the year I'll mean what I say. I'll do better. But why didn’t we do better all year?