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Dear BWWG friends,I’ve been feeling strangely good. And, as an anxious person, that’s unsettling. I am used to constant shiver, constant buzz, and worry. My anxiety is typically cancerous, clinging to a single source and spreading. Recently, though, the long-term causes of my anxiety have somehow dwindled. I’ve been left with this strange goodness and, because of it, I’ve been transferring my ever-present anxiety like a talking stick, from topic to topic, because it’s comfortable for me. It’s wh
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Dear Writers,I was nine when I decided I would be a great writer, and to do that, I wrote every day. “Today I woke up...” Every entry sounded exactly the same. After years, I still put words together. Every. Day. Like a true believer, like a prayer, like a promise, or a sentence - the imperative: write every day. My thoughts crowd into the pages because they have nowhere else to go. Great, they are not.It is a supreme act of faith to write. Likely we’ve felt a hinge swing in our hearts for poetr
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Dear BWWGers,Last night, as I wriggled around in my half-unzipped, anti-soft sleeping bag, I saw an ant. He was fat– the chunky type of ant you tend to find in the woods. He was fast. He was alive and I smushed him. I don’t know what led me to do it, to hurt him in his outdoor home just because I chose to pitch a tent. I don’t know what caused the random burst of violence. But, he lived.Terrified, writhing around, alone with a giant monster. And I just… watched him. I couldn’t move. With giant e
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Dear BWWG Community,I know now what sunlight looks like through wildfire smoke, and I dig into my memory to remember what the dog days of summer looked like in my childhood. Thick air, sapphire skies, and fleshy sweet peaches. Some kind of pristine glow hovers around the memory.As is story tradition: a story begins with a “normal.” The stage opens. A scene is set. Sometimes the normal is pristine, and sometimes it is only livable. While there is always a tenuous holding pattern, the normal that
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Dear Brooklyn Women’s Writing Group Community,Girls don’t sweat, they sparkle. They glow. No. We sweat, all right. We leak worry, wet from weather, hot flash hormonal, dripping. Everything is itchy. Everything is damp. We chug iced water, clad in its own condensation, to get through Subway Sauna Season. It’s draining (literally and figuratively). Especially now, as the world sets itself ablaze, the sun insists on itself.For me, this constant overheating and overstimulation have caused an intense
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