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Category Archives: rumspringa

flammable

January 28, 2022

my passion a hoard of tinder craving a smoldering other, ignite my ember consume me to a tender-joyful-beautiful-surrender, your lovely being searing …

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Saudade /souˈdädə/, noun:

December 28, 2021

A deep emotional state of nostalgic or profound melancholic longing for something or someone that one cares for and/or loves. …

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a love letter to nobody in particular– (Read: ‘Vous m’avez brisé le coeur, le bijou de ma vie.’)

July 29, 2015

maybe it’s the squiggle in your hips when you stretch and mew in my warm bed before you’ve actually woken …

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adjective noun verb

July 7, 2015

What a life. It’s so expletive adjective, with all these expletive nouns; I can’t seem to verb adjective no matter …

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Tricks and Trade Secrets

May 22, 2015

Tricks and Trade Secrets by Zac Oberg I moved to the high school that I graduated from halfway through junior …

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Aside

this is my truth

February 14, 2015

How do you help those who do not ask for help? the stagnant stench of well wishes left out to …

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The Videogame that Saved my Life

June 5, 2013

Three friends on my giddy ride home from practice. Seven cars in my driveway and twelve relatives they belong to. …

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The Many Hats of Zac

June 4, 2013

Three months ago, I was a kid. Today, I’m a kid. Three years from now, I’ll still be a kid. …

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my riposte to a genius

April 16, 2013

A friend of mine, a poet and genius, asked me a question the other day: “What do you want to …

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Elsie Recktenwalt, my blogger

April 5, 2013

Don’t blog me, blogger. I’ll blog you til’ kingdom blog, blogger. It’s all about the blog, don’t you blog? What …

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Aside #182

April 3, 2013

Don’t tell me some divine isn’t out there watching over us, listening to every single thing every single person (7.075 …

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Confused? See here:

the forty-two (about me):
I store my soul’s stories in a secret space underneath the stairs.

sanskrit (haiku):
The succinct and supple art of crafting feelings into morsels.

ratatouille (poetry): 
A poetaster’s delightful pursuit; facetious, zen, and bona fide.

onomatopoeia (non sequitur):
The greediest of words, an eight vowel-hoarding scoundrel.

pilot lights (first thoughts):
Smouldering creative pieces ready to rise anew and ignite into flame.

rumspringa (charged emotions):
Here I stow my fists, sighs, and tears about awfully big molehills.

être obligé (required reading):
For those who only have two shakes of a lamb’s tail to peruse my “art”.

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