Kathryn D'Agostino

Tag: writing

  • An Actual Poem

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    Your presence ignited a wildfire. And for that, there are fines owed. In lieu of US currency, I’ll accept the feeling of freedom that only comes with road trips,  and the calm joy of waking up to the clanging of pots and pans on a holiday morning. I don’t blame you for the words flowing…

  • 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.…

  • Writer

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    Originally Posted on March 15th, 2023 All I said was “I think I’m meant to be a writer.’ And the tears just started falling. I cried like a mother whose heart is breaking because her son told her he’s going to go off and be an artist. Crying as all my fears and wishes have…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…