Kathryn D'Agostino

Author: Kathryn D’Agostino

  • Thoughts on Writers

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    . Originally Posted on March 29th, 2020 The words are like a necklace made of broken bottles, beautiful in its grotesque danger. Stabbing gently with each subtle move the necklace reminds the wearer of both the pain and beauty. beneath the weight of the translucent colors, the partial labels, and sticky residue the flesh of…

  • Why I’ll Never Start A Blog

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    Originally Posted on January 28th, 2020 I heard once somewhere that there are too many types of mustard. Just hear me out on this. So there are too many types of mustard and it all started with Grey Poupon. When your brain had once conjured a singular image at the term now it plays a…

  • As I Sit and Watch

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    I fill I write Trying my best to make sense of the avalanche of potential nothings in front of me. I sit and watchTaking and never giving. I build a world grown from stolen moments, overheard whispers, and private glances. Your world is not your own As I sit and watch.

  • Maybe I Should Really Quit Running

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    Originally Posted on January 31st, 2020 It took me fourteen years to turn the cover page and read Writing Down the Bones by Natalie Goldberg. I could never get past the note to me ‘For Katy, Our dear friend and budding writer.”  Why would you say something so nice? I know you mean well but compliments freeze us in a moment. I…

  • If You Show Up In My Favorite Place

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    Originally Posted on March 15th, 2020 If you show up in my favorite place, you will swing on the white bench hanging from the ceiling. You’ll hear the creaking as the chain catches on the hooks and watch the world go by right beyond the porch but never quite manage to move in time with…

  • Place

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    Originally Posted on March 8th, 2020 A square mile of land jutting unassumingly into the Atlantic ocean Contains my favorite place in the world. Sitting amongst the rows of houses,First built in the post-WWII boom,Is my Grandparents’ home. Unlike the other homes neatly lined up with barely a lane between them, their home sits alone…

  • School

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    Originally Posted on February 4th, 2020 I’m supposed to understand and know To repeat and regurgitate While pretending I have ideas of my own. I’m meant to do this and then that But never this and than that. I need to listen and understand, act quickly, make decisions, feel confident, show it off, Be happy…

  • I Went to the Library

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    Originally Posted on February 2nd, 2020 I’m at the library but I’ve already read nine books this year. My brain is brimming with words. Words upon words. There are too many and there’s been a bottleneck. They’re all crammed together. Impervious is tangled with thicket. There is just enough room for cat to slip past.…