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    Full Circle- A Braided Essay (Emily Holyoak, 2020)

    One   I fell down the stairs. I don’t know if I missed a step, or was at the top or the middle, all I know is my brother caught me before I hit the cement at the bottom. The stairs weren’t soft either, the carpet needed replacing 20 years ago.   Usually when I wake up from long naps, my mom or dad is there waiting for me, their heads hovering in silent concern, speaking to me softly like I spoke another language and they were taking it easy on me.   I began to have so many seizures that I didn’t go to the hospital every time. I…

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    A Cactus (Emily Holyoak, 2020)

    I’m hazardous, but contain the juice of life  The sun with it’s malignant stare, reflecting in your tedious sweat I grant you a smidgeon of shade from the source of life and hell Set your shoulders ‘neath the dunes and admire my rare blooming buds Touch me not, for blood will spew  And an injury is not needed in my desert.  Night will fall, the thirst will call Your throat as jagged as a dagger  Make the cut, I’ll save your life  But my juice is naught but tender.  My greenery, the scenery, I’m the star in your lonely sky  Like a comet soaring through your mouth I’ll quench the…

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    My Warrior (Emily Holyoak, 2020)

    Poetry assignment Summer 2020 at Central Washington University Where will I be when you’re too old?  I am a delicate orchid in a field of shattered glass Unable to uproot for fear of falling flat Have you shaped my future as you’ve hoped?  Have the roars quieted, the crashing waves silenced The honking buses, the fire alarms?  You’ve held my hand, I’m afraid to let go Society turns the glass pieces to sand, Where I’m unable to grow and learn.  I’m swimming without a rope Flying aimlessly without a paddle The air between my eyes  pressing together, And the noises slither through my ears, scratching at the inside of my…

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    Education vs. Emily

    When I was nineteen and freshly graduated from high school, I had no idea what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Absolutely ZERO clue. Growing up in an orthodox Mormon household, I was taught that it was good to get an education in case you get divorced or your husband dies. “Something to fall back on,” My mom would always say. She got married soon after her 20th birthday and popped out four kids in five years. So, I just thought I’d kill time and wait for Prince Charming. I’ve found out many years later that this is a very toxic way of thinking. I loved…

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    Book Review: This is how you lose the time war by Ahmal El-Mohtar and Max Gladstone

    Two hundred and one pages of can’t-put-down goodness. Red and Blue are agents of opposite sides of a time-traveling war. It’s a cat and mouse kind of game, leaving victorious, taunting letters for the other one to find in order to gain the upper hand. The teasing turns into respect for the other’s craft, and that turns into something that could truly shake the world of time itself: a forbidden romance. This is the kind of book that you speed through wanting to know what happens, only to want more. I was sad that it was such a quick read, but relieved that I didn’t have to be tortured for…