Taylor St. Onge
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The Mold Inside the FruitA Story by Taylor St. Ongetrying to make sense of my grief like |
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I’d Imagine That Being Buried Alive Must Fee..A Story by Taylor St. Ongeverbal emotions as taboo |
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In Most Childhood Photos, I Am Either Eating or Ma..A Story by Taylor St. OngeI'm trying to capture the feeling of living in my old house from birth until age five. I'm trying to capture memory and how finicky it can be at time.. |
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Drowning Inside the SelfA Story by Taylor St. OngeA collection of segments that include my thoughts and feelings about my grandmother, her congestive heart failure, salt, the sea, and Lot's Wife. |
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A Drunk Dracula Will Set on Fire Much Faster than ..A Poem by Taylor St. Ongedaddy drabbles |
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Sacrificial LambA Poem by Taylor St. OngePart three of three. My final goodbye to a friend who recently lost his life to brain cancer. |
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OrbitA Poem by Taylor St. OngePantoum poem about a boy. |
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7 | 13A Poem by Taylor St. OngeEpistolary poem to my mother. |
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Revelations 7:06-14A Poem by Taylor St. OngeAngsty family drabbles. |
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PythiaA Story by Taylor St. OngeAn unusual twist on the female murderer stereotype. |
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