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Virginia Petrucci
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in Petaluma, CA, The United States
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Best New Writing 2014
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The Salt and the Song
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“It's my choice to be beautiful. It's my choice to be ugly. And it's my choice to decided what those words actually mean.”
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“Here's to adrenaline.
Here's to dramatic abandon of protocol.
Here's to treasured pain and purple rain.
Here's to chasing our souls,
burning across to sky.
Here's to drinking the ash as it falls,
and not asking why.”
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Here's to dramatic abandon of protocol.
Here's to treasured pain and purple rain.
Here's to chasing our souls,
burning across to sky.
Here's to drinking the ash as it falls,
and not asking why.”
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“Cut lose your ties with expectation. Your dreams are charlatans, your memories, stalemating quarks. Listen only to the pull of your atoms and follow the discordant hum of your personal entropy.”
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“Here's to adrenaline.
Here's to dramatic abandon of protocol.
Here's to treasured pain and purple rain.
Here's to chasing our souls,
burning across to sky.
Here's to drinking the ash as it falls,
and not asking why.”
―
Here's to dramatic abandon of protocol.
Here's to treasured pain and purple rain.
Here's to chasing our souls,
burning across to sky.
Here's to drinking the ash as it falls,
and not asking why.”
―
“Cut lose your ties with expectation. Your dreams are charlatans, your memories, stalemating quarks. Listen only to the pull of your atoms and follow the discordant hum of your personal entropy.”
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“You look within and upon and around me, savoring every inch. You pull my ear for no reason, and I can tell you really don’t want to cry. As a tear falls between by breasts, I look away and pretend the grass is a jungle, and the ants, little kings of forgotten tribes.”
― Best New Writing 2014
― Best New Writing 2014
“I like my things
hurried and haunted. Night tea
darktime.
Sacred geometry, secret geometry
petal-flame whisper: I am here, and you aren't.”
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hurried and haunted. Night tea
darktime.
Sacred geometry, secret geometry
petal-flame whisper: I am here, and you aren't.”
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“My mind: a thousand hungry daughters,
my harlot heritage.
Marbles: lost, no rescue search.
Your heart: blooming thorns,
and a stolen grocery cart.”
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my harlot heritage.
Marbles: lost, no rescue search.
Your heart: blooming thorns,
and a stolen grocery cart.”
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