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That night, jazz reigned

An elderly gentlemen in a tweed suit twirled a lit up hula hoop, borrowed from the twenty-something girl in cut off shorts and a blue wig next to him. A cloud of cotton candy vape smoke drifted across the crowd, blending with the scent of fried pickles and kettle corn. On the stage, an emoji robot face created from fluorescent tubes provided a pulsing backdrop to a pianist, a saxophonist, an accordion player, and a man working an entire bank of synthesizers. My French wasn’t good enough to understand all the lyrics, but Caravan Palace had me just as entranced as everyone else who had stumbled on this unique corner of the Jazz Festival. I bounced up and down like I was in a European disco, while a young couple made enough room to waltz in front of me and two of my brothers shouted lyrics back to the chanteuse on the stage. In this crowd of old and young, listening to this blend of electronica and big band, I felt myself soaring. My heart pounded; my cheeks ached from smiling so widely.

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Literature

That night, jazz reigned

An elderly gentlemen in a tweed suit twirled a lit up hula hoop, borrowed from the twenty-something girl in cut off shorts and a blue wig next to him. A cloud of cotton candy vape smoke drifted across the crowd, blending with the scent of fried pickles and kettle corn. On the stage, an emoji robot face created from fluorescent tubes provided a pulsing backdrop to a pianist, a saxophonist, an accordion player, and a man working an entire bank of synthesizers. My French wasn’t good enough to understand all the lyrics, but Caravan Palace had me just as entranced as everyone else who had stumbled on this unique corner of the Jazz Festival. I bounced up and down like I was in a European disco, while a young couple made enough room to waltz in front of me and two of my brothers shouted lyrics back to the chanteuse on the stage. In this crowd of old and young, listening to this blend of electronica and big band, I felt myself soaring. My heart pounded; my cheeks ached from smiling so widely.

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That night, jazz reigned

An elderly gentlemen in a tweed suit twirled a lit up hula hoop, borrowed from the twenty-something girl in cut off shorts and a blue wig next to him. A cloud of cotton candy vape smoke drifted across the crowd, blending with the scent of fried pickles and kettle corn. On the stage, an emoji robot face created from fluorescent tubes provided a pulsing backdrop to a pianist, a saxophonist, an accordion player, and a man working an entire bank of synthesizers. My French wasn’t good enough to understand all the lyrics, but Caravan Palace had me just as entranced as everyone else who had stumbled on this unique corner of the Jazz Festival. I bounced up and down like I was in a European disco, while a young couple made enough room to waltz in front of me and two of my brothers shouted lyrics back to the chanteuse on the stage. In this crowd of old and young, listening to this blend of electronica and big band, I felt myself soaring. My heart pounded; my cheeks ached from smiling so widely.

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West Quoddy

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Literature

Father Jake's Garden (excerpt)

I went around the back of the house to Father Jake's garden to sit and think.  I was greeted by the clucking of sleepy chickens.  There was a hutch as tall as I was and a good five feet wide. Most of the chickens were hidden up in the covered top, but a couple strutted around on the sawdust bedding.  They had mostly white feathers, speckled with black.  In the dark, the black looked like a sprinkle of shadows.  It was chilly, but the birds didn't seem to mind. There weren't any benches, so I wandered.  Even at this time of year, when the days were getting shorter and the nights were getting colder, Father Jake's garden was lush.  Pumpkins gr

Trip

17 deviations
Literature

Kurt Cobain and Gentle Mystics (Excerpt)

Student parking was beyond teacher parking, at the back of the school by the baseball diamond.  Over the years, there had been more than a few cracked windshields, but students rarely complained.  Free reign to drive yourself to school tended to make little things like trashing your clunker  insignificant.  It was those really bad balls that made it to the teacher lot that caused trouble. Jess had backed the car up right to the very edge of the lot.  Britney and she sat on the hood, feet up on the bumper.  The 1991 Crown Victoria was boxier than a picnic basket and easily lent itself to sitting.  Keith was leaning on the open rear passenger

Sings the Mourning Dove

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Literature

Anguta

Anguta was waiting at the downtown bus stop, the one that was closed after the last shooting. She stood tall on her totem, wearing a fleece jacket from Target and a face empty of feeling, gazing, silent, beyond mortality.

Ordinary Gods

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Literature

Ezra and the Imagistes Works Cited

Aldington, Richard. Life for Life’s Sake. New York: Viking, 1941. Brink, Roscoe W. “Helen is Ill.” Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. January 1913: 117. Doolittle, Hilda. “Hermes of the Ways.” Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. January 1913: 118. Flint, F.S. “The History of Imagism.” The Egoist. 1 May 1915: 70-71. Flint, F.S. (attributed). “Imagisme.” Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. March 1913: 198-200. Ford, Ford Maddox. Thus to Revisit: Some Reminiscences. New York: E.P. Dutton, 1921. Monro, Harold. “The Imagists Discussed.” The Egoist. 1 May 1915: 77-80. Pound, Ezra. “Imagisme

Scraps

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