Author Archives: Amy

About Amy

Amy is a freelance writer and artist based in LA. Her hobbies include romanticizing her world, having too many moody thoughts, and wandering through neighborhoods she's never been in.

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The way I see it, I gave you everything. Driving you around the city in my ’91 coupe while you painted your nails, sipped tropical drinks. There was no AC in my apartment, I let you in There was no … Continue reading

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New Book, “Fauxster” Coming Out This Spring

This book will be released through Createspace, the sequel to The Sophomore Year Experience. It will be released some time in March and contains poems such as “To Love From Afar,” “Why I Don’t Date Privileged People,” “Queer Selfishness,” and “For … Continue reading

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TO LOVE FROM AFAR

I don’t regret falling in love with you, even though some Sundays it hurts to get up slowly in the morning. The music you played for me once, you never wrote down or recorded, grows fainter and fainter day by … Continue reading

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On Work and Wages

One day when I was bored in class, I decided to count all the jobs I’ve had since I first started working — from when I was 18. I counted anything that required me fill out paperwork — from being … Continue reading

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What I Learned as a Part-Time Francophone Student & Documentary Filmmaker in Europe

This was written for my post-travel presentation for my Explore the World scholarship with Hosteling International – USA. 1. A lot of things are more efficient, but a lot of things are also inaccessible. No wheelchair ramp here. Anti-homeless spikes, … Continue reading

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SUNDAY LUNCH AT A THAI RESTAURANT

It started with another mention of Dad, the C in Chemistry you didn’t know about, or the friendly next-door Honduran neighbors that just moved in, that you told me not to trust. My hand gripping green plastic chopsticks, your soup … Continue reading

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WATERLOO

Harold H. Piffard – Napoleon and Josephine. 1895. We could have built an empire together. But you were never happy at home, with me, cravate and sword, my men and my plans, fingers outstretched to foreign places, and yours reaching … Continue reading

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