Kathryn D'Agostino

Author: Kathryn D’Agostino

  • Early November

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    I feel settled, in myself, pleasant gray, Seagull cries, feral cats, walks on the beach, memories of novels set in seaside Britain. Sink full of dishes, seafood chowder, a clean fridge, hot coffee, black and white cookies, bowls of pasta and vodka sauce, grocery stores of memories. A down comforter, wood burning fires, the voice…

  • Alone

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    Longing feels different here. In this moment.In this place. I want someone to read this. I want someone to hear this. I want other people to carry this burden with and for me. I know that’s unfair to ask.But I don’t care. I hate that. I lack. I lack the capacity to feign interest Or…

  • Updates of No Particular Importance

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    Im sitting in the car waiting for school to get out. The rain is pounding down on the windshield and the colorful leaves look like an oil painting against an unfinished canvas. The sky a terrifying white of potential, and yet all I can think about is I miss this place or rather, that place.…

  • A group of three

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    I want to be the most boring person in the world I want people to never quite remember my name or physical features I wish nothing about me sparked interest I want no one to ever be confused if they like me or are just fascinated by me To wonder if they care about me…

  • Spiral

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    “Sometimes things go too fast and too slow all at once.” – July 19th I found this note today while tidying up my studio and realized I hadn’t sat down to look through pictures or even think much about this past weekend in Corner Brook. So much of my life the past couple of years…

  • Collaboration

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    The year is more than halfway through and somehow my scribbling in red dry erase marker in my study “Be a Professional Artist” seems an ever present reality. Workshops, exhibitions, drafts. I feel caught up in life. Kinda like those dreams where it feels like if you run fast enough you can float through the…

  • What’s there to say about July

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    There was volunteering at Folk Fest, Girl’s Night, music at the Majestic, Sound Symposium, PRIDE, and new friends, an avalanche of “Yes’s”. It was busy but there were also quiet moments of reflection. And yet I don’t know how to share all that because the thing is any boasting of good fortune or good times…

  • How We Hold

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    Making art has felt so necessary in my life. Over the past year or so I’ve slowly re-immersed myself in the creative process. I’ve written, doodled, knitted, crocheted, paper-mached, I’ve done a lot. And I did it all in the pursuit of escaping the hell of living with PTSD and active trauma. Writing has traditionally…

  • Asking for a No

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    Originally Posted on March 5th, 2024 At the tail end of 2023, I watched a video that shaped how I’ve approached 2024. It was a classic TikTok with a woman in her car giving unsolicited advice. She explained that you should ‘always ask for a No’; it took a few watches for the message to…

  • You Probably Think This Poem Is About You

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    Originally Posted on February 26th, 2024 A Series of Poems About You There is so much I want to say But I want to say it to youI mean I don’t want to want to say it to youBut that’s just the thing, it’s a feeling An urge And it’s controllableI just ignore it And…