Author: rachelvb
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Our Melissa
Our beautiful Melissa has part of her new memoir published in Parnassus – you can buy the current issue there, but here’s an excerpt taken from Little Star Journal: When it became apparent by my mid-twenties that I could not live by myself or in communal housing or anywhere except the hospital, I moved in…
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Flash Fiction Mob 2013!
I’d tell you to go check out my work at the Flash Fiction Mob 2013, but it had to be a blog post to enter, so I ALREADY POSTED IT HERE and you’ve probably already read it =) But all the work is up there right now and it’s a pretty cool competition Claire told…
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Coin Purse – video poem
Coin Purse from Rachel Van Blankenship on Vimeo. My latest video poem. It’s still in the works, I think, but I’ll figure out this whole movie making thing eventually… Enjoy!
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Half Journalist: half superhero
Every once and a while we get tours through our building: wild-eyed kids clinging to their backpacks; parents smiling over them; everyone glancing up at the popcorn ceiling, the band of wall clocks for various time-zones covered, the hut-like cubicles, the newspapers from Great Falls, Reno, Palm Springs, Phoenix strewn about in mail slots and…
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Lovebug
When a finch-sized moth flies onto a train, no one notices except a poet and a nurse working triage. STOP STOP STOP clicks a man with turrets. I reach for my bag STOP! and freeze while the moth turns tricks in the window like red light women in Amsterdam. My last airplane ride, a stowaway…
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Don't belly flop the art
When I was in NYC, my friend Elyse and I went to the MoMA in hopes of seeing the Rain Room. If you haven’t heard about the Rain Room, it’s, I suppose, a traveling box from London where inside, duh, it’s raining, but all along the floor are sensors so whoever is walking around in…
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The Dream, by Felix Pollak
He dreamed of an open window. A vagina, said his psychiatrist. Your divorce, said his mistress. Suicide, said an ominous voice within him. It means you should close the window or you’ll catch cold, said his mother. His wife said nothing. He dared not tell her such a dangerous dream. — I love this poem…
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Royalty
Remember me royalty in a dive bar New York City where everyone becomes someone and no one all at the same time