Kathryn D'Agostino

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  • A Short Poem

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    Originally Posted on May 3rd, 2020 There is a space inside my mind     Two Lines An intersection of sorts Leading to nothingness towns

  • Edits

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    Originally Posted on April 26th, 2020 I haven’t actually talked much about myself on this blog, at least not directly. I think I can safely assume 99% of the people reading this do not know that I’m currently working on a Ph.D. in Archaeology (Anthropological Archaeology to be specific but that’s for another blog post).…

  • Collections

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    Originally Posted on April 5th, 2020 Every day I’m taken to my knees at the plethora of bullshit compounding infinitely. I fill journals, post-its, and apps. I write pages in the morning or sitting in the bath, trying my best to make sense of the avalanche of potential nothings in front of me. I’ve kept…

  • 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…