September 14, 2022

Stories We Tell Ourselves

September 14, 2022 in creative writing, personal, poetry

The Aisle

jess ingrassellino, summer 2019 (for my mother) Tomorrow, she will graduate from high school. But today, she’ll walk down the aisle, her white lace wedding dress billowing with a baby…
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September 14, 2022 in creative writing, poetry

Night at Beachy Head

jess ingrassellino, summer 2019 They hadn’t asked to be there, those sharp stones at the bottom of Beachy Head. But the stones knew some things about humans. Gangly humans waited…
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September 14, 2022 in creative writing, essay, personal, poetry

The Call

jess ingrassellino, july 2019 Brushed off again. She’ll always be his second best, silver medal. First loser. “First loser” she chuckles out loud, in spite of herself. Pulls the Egyptian…
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September 14, 2022 in creative writing, poetry

Two Poems: Sketches of St. Petersburg

jess ingrassellino, june 2019 I read Spouts (1921), an earlier poem by William Carlos Williams. I enjoy his first person, direct, and conversational writing style. This poem, like many of…
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