All Posts By Tennessee Hill

F1 Generation

He was dripping amber, the color of burst fuses. I cut myself on his lips, jagged stone jaw. I was pistachio green, growing under stucco...

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Adult World

I have crossed the threshold from teenager to adult. Much to my dismay, I’ve found it’s a weird world over here. My first year of...

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Alice, TX

If I could play the violin I would’ve left a long time ago. Splinter me, kindly and save the sweet parts for tomorrow in your secret...

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Bergamot

Our girl was seventeen, and she didn’t think we knew what that meant. The space between us and our girl is bridged by stories that...

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What I Would Tell You if You Held Me One More Time

I wish you had held me longer. I could use the heat of your hands on mine right now. There’s this rising of warmth in my chest when I...

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I Want to Be Like That

I remember being a kid, trailing behind my mom at the mall. A pack of teenage girls breezed by us with their perfect hair, smudged black...

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