Prof: You Have To Write This Essay About More Than One Text, Bring The Works In Discussion With One Another.

Prof: You have to write this essay about more than one text, bring the works in discussion with one another.

Me, setting up three books across from one another at a mini dinner table: I got it I got it shhh...

Me, after pouring them all glasses of wine and setting out a nice cheese selection: Talk to each other, guys.

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8 years ago
Drawing Excerpt.

drawing excerpt.

8 years ago

half way done with college, home and safe in the chlorophylled center of michigan’s palm, okay.

9 years ago

in a bite of lamplight, he stands up to say I love you. he says it slow so he can feel it in his mouth, rolling like a marble with no glass to put its body in. no one is there to take it, but it is still true. It is snow falling, looking for concrete. 

              - c. essington


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10 years ago

your writing is honestly amazing you have a lot of talent wow

Thank you so much for taking a look, I really appreciate it. Having people who care about words make it all worth while. 

9 years ago

are you for real about the writing game? If so I'm carrying; A small browning pocket knife A compass + whistle Allergy medicine Water bottle Extra battery charge for my phone

I am for real. Thank you for your contribution and interest. 

Inventory: 1. A small browning pocket knife 2. A compass + whistle 3. Allergy medicine 4. Water bottle 5.Extra battery charge for my phone

Cleo had been painting when the first bout of thunder came up her shoulders. The tip of her brush, which was dappled with a carefully mixed hazle, spasmed across the canvas with her seizure. The cornea of her subject’s eye blurred out of his head and spilled down his coat. When the clouds stopped ricocheting through her, Cleo had gotten up and walked away from what she’d done to the acrylics. 

She stayed far away from precision after she learned that the storms had taken up a residence in her brain. Moving towards broader strokes of being, Cleo made abstractions where her seizures looked just the same as something she might have done on purpose. She carried abstractions with her and started walking through the birch woods as another form of smearing. She brought a compass but left intentions of reading it at home where the cat slept. She brought a knife to convince herself that, in a case of emergency, and even mid-seizure, the blade could convulse a mess into any sort of aggressor.

Cleo would walk and fall and shake to stillness on the forest floor, shivering like a dropped cornea. She’d call her mother after, but only after. She would get up once she was alone and unmarried from the movement, drink water, and make call on her cell phone, which she kept well-charged for accident. Sometimes, as the oceans of it leaked out of her and left their salts behind on her nerves, she’d take a dose of allergy medicine to keep the cottonwood from bothering her. 

               - C. Essington

Thank you for the opportunity, I hope it’s alright. 

If you want to play this writing game, send me a theoretical inventory of five items and I’ll try to write a person for it. 


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10 years ago
I Really Like The Thought That They're Still Out There Fishing In 1928.

I really like the thought that they're still out there fishing in 1928.

For any newcomers, these are a few more photos of my great grandfather Axel's fishing trip out west. 


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8 years ago
                        - C. Essington
                        - C. Essington

                        - c. essington

poem excerpt on drawing excerpt.


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8 years ago

small scales

through the window’s glass I catch the picture: blackberries cupped  in the inhale of a milky-ceramic bowl.

I spend a few seconds mistaking them for dots of caviar because this house is so nice, because they don’t seem to start or end but mill their dark globes across eachother’s chests — close enough together to trade bodies like clouds swapping weather.

I crack the black eggs and suggestions of fish flash in my head, a pocket-knife clicking open, flanks of silver slicks turning their skin to metal on the light.

then the glimpse of a sleepy blue sheen waking on the dark fruit drains the moment of its ocean; blackberries.

blackberries in the small bowl looking like fish coming on. from here, water is just another word for change. I put another shred of push into my bike and it goes,

away from the window’s false eye and I wonder what else in today could flash open with blue and switch its biology from behind the glass.

- c. essington


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9 years ago

I work for Meggie Royer and this is so cool that this is happening again. In all ways, it’s totally worth the time and effort I’ve put in to be able to be a little part of this beautiful/ important thing. 

Issue Two Interviews Interview with Jamie Oliveira Interview with Yena Sharma Purmasir Interview with Starchild Stela Prose Jane Burn, "Crazy
Issue 2 Of My Literary Magazine Is Now Officially Live! Thank You To My Beautiful, Empowering Staff For

Issue 2 of my literary magazine is now officially live! Thank you to my beautiful, empowering staff for making a second issue possible - we did it. Twice.

To all the abuse survivors whose work is featured in this issue, and all the survivors who will read this issue, and all the survivors in the world - you are the dreamers and the magicians, the dancers and the risen. You are not the left-behind. You are the still-here.

Thank you for allowing me to be a part of your healing. <3


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7 years ago
She’s Small And Made Of Sodium

she’s small and made of sodium

(just lil new art o mine)

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