33rdStreetNarratress

Coraline Palochek (would be a cool name).

A visual diary of my personal and published writing (mostly personal).

On an alphabet soup diet (starving).

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As an Artist, I’m on an Alphabet Soup Diet, and I Am Starving

As an artist, I’m on an alphabet soup diet, and I am starving. I chew and swallow, but the letters get stuck on the way down, caught in a tangle of run on sentences that wraps tighter witheach question mark I dot. The lifting of a spoon to my cracked lips animates my taste buds,…

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  • As an Artist, I’m on an Alphabet Soup Diet, and I Am Starving

    As an artist, I’m on an alphabet soup diet, and I am starving. I chew and swallow, but the letters get stuck on the way down, caught in a tangle of run on sentences that wraps tighter witheach question mark I dot. The lifting of a spoon to my cracked lips animates my taste buds, […]

  • Next Time I’ll Just Sip the Juice or Eat It Peel and All

    I nodded rhythmically as she spoke, pulling my facial expression up and down accordingly, mirroring hers. I widened my eyes as she whispered in my ear the drama concerning a best friend; she must’ve forgotten she had already told me about it. I picked an orange out of a bowl next to me, so I’d […]

  • The Effect of “Unfinished Sympathy” by Massive Attack

    I decided that this was the best song I’d ever experienced. But I’ve heard it before, more than once, and didn’t so much as bat an eye. I had been stuck in highway hypnosis when this mostly unfamiliar song came on, one by the artist that I’d been milking dry for the past 3 days. […]

  • Haunted By My Phantom Limbs

    When we were children, my friend said that she plucks the legs off of spiders and watches them try to dance. She said it casually, as if expecting to be met with like-mindedness. Even now when I see a spider, I imagine it with a lack of legs, too small to even bleed, bouncing around […]

  • He Was Summoned the Very Moment I Started to Lose Balance–the Moment Everything Around Me Stopped Making Sense

    I emerged from the fridge holding a red cake frosted in white. “Open your eyes!” I sang, setting it down on the dining table.  “Oh, red velvet!” He remarked, studying my commitment. I felt his smooth, affirming voice vibrating between my ears. “Yes, I hope so too, love,” he added softly. There was a warmth […]