Monthly Archives: August 2016

The Divorcees

As I close out on this wonderfully wordy ride, I’d like to go back to where it all began for me. When I was a freshman, the first copy of the Dodge that I came in contact with was issue … Continue reading

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Story-Teller

Now that I’m nearing the end of my summer literary adventures, I feel it is only right that I introduce you to another one of my small passions: mythology. To me, mythology is not just a set of fairy-tales imbued … Continue reading

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Trouble in the Neighborhood

Have you ever had a chill run down your spine? My mom tells me this happens when someone walks over your grave. As a kid, I never really understood the dynamics of someone walking over my plot of grass when … Continue reading

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Lucifer Unemployed

I wanted to spend today’s blog post talking about something slightly less emotionally charged. Maybe it’s just me, but it seems like many of my recent posts feature writing that is kind of heavy. So, in order to keep my … Continue reading

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Tiny Dancers

I’m having a hard time finding the words to talk about this prose poem. I guess it’s like what I was talking about with the poem “Foreign” from last week. The poem “Tent Worms” appears in AD 32/33 and was … Continue reading

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Find Your Happy Place

Artful Dodge 34/35 opens with work by Orlando Ricardo Menes which centers on the struggles of family during and after their immigration to the U.S. from Cuba. I’m not sure what I should tell you in order to really sell … Continue reading

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Going No-Where Fast

Maybe this is an unpopular opinion but I’m a little tired of reading stories showcasing overzealous romance. I’m tired of seeing that people end up with who they ‘should’ and everything gets worked out in the end. The more honest … Continue reading

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