All Posts By Jesse Albatrosov

When I Climbed Trees

When I was a girl, the worst thing I could imagine was being alone yet, here I am, sweeping through each day without benevolent counsel and...

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Writer Secrets

They strobe like the lights of fireflies in the summer infused bits of lived magic exist between the words and lives of persons non-living....

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Mothers Intuition

It’s the feeling of afternoon storms rolling in pale skies dimpled with stretch marks, lights dim as the rooms of stone castles in...

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The Quickening

My favorite part of pregnancy was the idea of aliens inside me— limbs prodding beneath layers of muscles parted, tissues stacked tucking...

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