I’ve written and rewritten this sentence 200 times. No I haven’t. That guy right there was a one-shot hit. But I wanted to make this point: You wouldn’t know either way. The world would be none the wiser if, behind the scenes, that sentence had been working on itself for years – molting over and […]
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In January of 2014 I moved from New York City to Florence, Italy. In the almost four years since then I’ve ping-ponged from Florence, back to New York, and to Florence again. Southeast Asia was next, then Massachusetts, Tanzania after that, Massachusetts once again and now, finally, with whatever degree of semi-permanence I am capable […]
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Driving alone eight hours at a time, gorging oneself on bean tacos, Krispy Kreme donuts and Mountain Dew Code Red isn’t the sexiest way to conduct a road trip. But I’ll tell you without shame… it was certainly my way. Two weeks ago I packed my beat-up, old car with two suitcases, one box of […]
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Until last year, when I started writing freelance articles with a social narrative and drafting my first Sci-Fi novel, I had never known I could write about anything other than my life, as I see it. I guess we can chalk that up to 12+ years of adolescent journaling and a few desperate months of […]
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Hello darlings, I’m Brynna and I’m the Editor in Chief of The Feed — An online community geared toward those who appreciate creativity, and written by an established community of thinkers and artists covering life from every angle. I say that sometimes, “I’m the Editor in Chief,” and I laugh at myself. (I have a […]
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Before I had a boyfriend, I had Florence. And man, I dated that city hard. I would take myself out for a prosecco each afternoon. Lovely lunches on sunny days with fresh bruschetta, fine cheeses and a good a book. I walked with my thoughts to my favorite faraway piazzas, often toting a picnic of […]
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I’m lying on my back in the grass when suddenly I feel the roots rising up from the dirt I feel them even before they begin poking through my flesh Innate intuition A union with the divine I sense them And now they’re burrowing into my body as they vibrate a hymn They’re […]
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When you’re sad for a long time it becomes a bit of a habit Like an after-school snack or regular exercise… or… or… Puking after every meal Habit, see? How can you ever be anything but sad? It’s just the way things are “But what do you have to be sad about? You’re so […]
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I am a wild Thing. A wild, witchy Thing, at that. One that sings songs to the universe. One that feels as deeply as the oceans and dreams all the way up to the constellations I’ve committed to memory. I’m a Thing that connects to the world around us in an inexplicable, sometimes silly and […]
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I think I’m on the brink of a glorious, third wave, quarter life crisis. “Three life crises!?” you undoubtedly gasp. “But how, you melodramatic sapling? You are only but 25!” Enough scoffing, fictitious faultfinder. Let me explain… So maybe ‘life crises’ is the wrong term for these episodes. But maybe it’s not… Not if you […]
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