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Escaping the FarmI was thirteen the day we met, right on the edge of becoming a woman and sure that I was already there. Too good for everything around her, that’s what they always said, but I knew that I wanted more than that dirty little farm, and that it’d take me a man to get me off it. I’d rub berries over my lips and cheeks to stain them red, and when they weren’t in harvest I’d take the crimson construction paper that we used at school and dampen it with well-water so that I could steal the dye for myself. Looking back I can only think of how ridiculous I must have seemed, a thin gawky girl covered in red paint like one of theEscaping the Farm
in Perspectives on 10/7/07
Black breadEvery morning over the long humid summers and before school ever began I would carry the plate into his room. The carpet was thick and shaggy, a mixture of orange and tan that I thought was disgusting and incredibly appealing in the way that children are inevitably drawn to that which they despise, and I would set my tiny bare feet on it and dig my toes in as I put the plate down on his tray. The tray was thin, a television tray, with bent metal rods holding it above the ground, and when the weight of the plate was set atop it the tray would tremble and shiver as though it would break. I didn’t worry about the plate sliding off but my grBlack bread
in Essays on 9/30/07
The MagicianShe is a magician.The Magician
With deft hands and crossed eyes, patient knees and quick smiles, she transforms others into things they only dream of being. A thick brush filled with green paint swipes across the face of a giggling boy who twitches and grins, showing missing teeth. She smiles and holds his chin, chiding him to stay still. It’s a fruitless task, but experience makes the paint mostly land on his face, though when he runs his hand across where it itches, his ears turn green as well.
A moment to dry while the red is mixed – murky water blends with the flat cake of crimson, blending to make paint with the s
in Essays on 9/25/07
Of Beauty that FadesHe stands as he did twenty years before: staring at her face. The face he traced with fingers before brush gave life to uncaring canvas capturing beauty and stealing it as his own. Now a slender web of lines covers the cheek that rested against his rough-cotton pillow the first night she came to his bed. Nearly invisible to others are the signs of her death approaching, yet the eyes of an artist see truer than those of young men who still seek her love. He paints the muscles that twist and ripple beneath her skin, concealing them with wrinkled peach to avoid exposing her body’sOf Beauty that Fades
in Open on 3/2/07
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- AIMAryana Dante
- Current Age: 20
- Current Residence: Oregon
- Interests: Writing
- Favourite poet or writer: Hemingway
- Favourite game: WoW
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Vash the Stampede
- Tools of the Trade: Keyboard, MS Word 2007
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