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  Fingertip Synapse

  

  By Ilana_F, Deerfield, IL

  There is this saying that, well, there was this memory that I had once and it came from this dream that I had (once) and you were there and she was there in all her bridled, strangled green perfection that was a lot like the green of the wind through the tunnel to y...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  To a friend, in answer to his existential crises

  

  By Ilana_F, Deerfield, IL

  You ask me, I imagine, over a strong cup of Turkish coffee in that way that is both abrupt for the sake of it and shocking for the sake of it and vague in that way that makes me grit my teeth like there's a toothpick in the middle and I just can't, no I can't let go. So you shock, j...
• Nonfiction > Personal Experience
  How I Became a Writer

  

  By Ilana_F, Deerfield, IL

  I. On art I was six the first time I ever saw a naked man. Lured by the promise of cultured family bonding, my parents had dragged us both, my sister and I, to the recently opened Chicago Museum of Contemporary Art. As she was still at that stage in life when, confined to a stroller and incapable...
• Poetry > Free Verse
  Tempest Child

  

  By Ilana_F, Deerfield, IL

  I was born by the sea with my eyes open, my thoughts as electric as live wire, clear and accessible as stone and unwanted as God in a sinner's den. The sounds of wave battling cliff-side, mother nature's nocturnal battering ram, drowning out the sounds my mother made, light through...