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The Hanged Man Last week, I left a concert earlier than I had intended. I’d had fun but my boyfriend and I had agreed it was time to go. I apologized to a friend who was playing later that night and traded her a drink

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Writing Ahead Hemingway said, “write until you come to a place where you still have your juice and know what will happen next.” While I’ve always taken this advice when I write I often wonder how these words apply, if at all, to real life.

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Hail Mary Don’t ever ask yourself the question: how will I survive after college? The fit of terror, anxiety, and depression that follows won’t do you any favors. Monday night, I lay in bed, wondering how the hell I was going to pay the rent

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Dissonance For the last two days, I’ve woken up to the sounds of hammers, nail guns, and steel-toed boots in my ceiling. The roofers come early and go hard on the roof of my apartment building. I live on the top floor and can’t help

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The Healer My eyes rise to the night sky as Florence sang the words, “You need a big god / big enough to fill you up.” As I watched her under the lights, statuesque as her voice soared over our heads, I tried to imagine

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Today I drove through the Rockies’ game-day traffic. I was barely able to merge—twice; once on I-25 and again on Sixth Avenue. I attribute the recent influx in traffic to the legalization of pot. I’m not blaming weed directly, but the recent population growth has

The Plot Thickens

Act III Maybe it’s just me, but I tend to think about my life in terms of plot. Most stories in any medium follow a three-act structure. There is a beginning, middle, and end, with the middle section being the longest, and within which most

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The other night, I found that the novel I had been working on had lost all the changes I’d made in the last four months. I punched my faux leather couch 11 times. I drank five shots of bourbon. I said the word “fuck” about

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  Cynthia had just shown me the bathroom, and then regaled me with the ethical details of her booking gig. From what I can tell, she books about three or four shows a month. As she goes on, I glance over at my boyfriend who

The Plot Thickens

I am gay. I am Christian. To many people, this comes across as an oxymoron, but to me, it makes perfect sense. Usually these two very prominent aspects of who I am are perceived as mutually exclusive, but they shouldn’t be. However, it is not the