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Grad School
I’ve gotten bitten by the grad school bug, and I think I’m ready to finally apply. It’s been over two years since I’ve been in school, so this whole process feels so weird. I have to find my “best work” whatever that means, and I have to choose between poetry and nonfiction. University of Baltimore…
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New Publication
Hey y’all! New publication up at For the Sonorous Link just to my poem titled “growing up black girl” is here I am so proud of this piece. Please check it out & let me know what you think in the comments below! – A. Elizabeth
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Snippet letter from the first draft
Like I said in my previous post, the first draft of my nonfiction project (there’s a poetry one coming too!) was written entirely in rants, letters, and poems. Here is a combination of all three from the first draft, something like a prose poem. Feel free to comment and/or make suggestions. I originally wrote this a…
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update
I have so missed updating everybody with my work and life, so I have a lot of updates for you! I graduated from undergrad May 2015. I taught for a year and a half, leaving the classroom in order to focus more on myself and my writing. However, I do substitute and work as a…
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Easy (Tentative title)
A work in progress. First poem in a long time that I have written outside of the Hollins bubble. Covers part of being a black girl.
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vickers road
jagged vines crack white siding two black doors with single diamond windows rocking on hinges splayed open into hallways windows fallen to ground shattered splintered wooden steps rusted over railings no more mown grass or laundry on clothes wire golden daffodil garden gone green for sale sign leering from the screened-in porch my father says…
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I’m not fine
1. I am not mentally here on a typical day the top row of my teeth get to glisten in the sunlight as I talk about hair and makeup and nails and the little things that don’t really matter while I convince you that this smile is real. It is not. 2. I am angry…
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On police.
i didn’t know about rubber bullets or how to make makeshift gas masks until ferguson mike brown’s body boiling four and a half hours face down, hands up, and bloody in the middle of the street. justice never required six warning shots into your back there is no such thing as protocol anymore when it…
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Baby Food
If I was born around 150 years ago I may not have made it to age 2 I would have dunked in the water Unable to swim Alligators nipping at my toes And then devising I was good enough to consume Babies have pain receptors But they do not have words black babies had nothing.…
Ashley Elizabeth 