“…let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences, let me someday see who I am.”
-Sylvia Plath
Zoe Nathan is a writer and editor currently pursuing a Bachelor’s in Media Studies at Emerson College. She mainly works with and writes narrative non-fiction and prose pieces.
On every paper I have ever written, I’ve picked apart each paragraph and judged it like a pie-eating contest. Which is the most filling? Which will make me sick? I eat, and I eat, and I eat, I’m a pig amongst pies of words and empty windowsills. There’s a vacant space there, on that lonely windowsill. One placed a pie, which I’ve since devoured and deleted. I could bake my soul into my words and the fruit would still taste tart. Your great-grandmother’s secret recipes aren’t so secret; the words are baked into the pie. Scarf it down. You’ll digest it eventually.
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I like cherries… As of right now, I like the grip of my well-manicured hand on the throat of life. I like living the end of my salad days.
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To be an optimist is not to refuse the negative, but to have hope that there is a reason for it.
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In my ears, from the sea, I heard siren screams, the drowned out cries emanating from the unexplored ocean of women, the vast and bottomless body of women, the ripple of women throughout generations; and I too sang that tragic song. I was one of many in the choir.
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