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Gabriella
I'm a twenty-something insomniac with a caffeine addiction and chronic wanderlust. I recently graduated with my M.A. in French, and I've spent the past two years living and working as an English teacher in France. I now work as an English professor at a university in Lille, where my students are learning to never omit the Oxford comma.
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Category Archives: poetry
lunatique
| volatile (gender neutral adjective) | /lynatik/ I rode the backs of giants. Appalachia, take me home. The steep ascent and swift decline, a darkness so profound. How I miss the days I ricocheted from ashes the into flames. If … Continue reading
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Tagged adulthood, Appalachia, ashes, bravery, fire, flames, heartbreak, identity, insanity, learning, lessons learned, literature, normalcy, poetry, rebirth, sadness, sanity, travel, writing
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immigrée
| immigrant (feminine noun) | /imigʀe/ My palms 10drip crimson 20with the sacrifices I’ve made for a country that dodges my embrace.
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Tagged Europe, expat, expatriates, fear, France, goodbye, heartbreak, homesickness, immigrant, immigration, living abroad, poetry, sadness, travel, wanderlust
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héritage
| legacy (masculine noun) | /eʀitaʒ/ I crept outside the vacuum and, God! How the world spun so swiftly and magnificently without me in it.
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Tagged depression, fear, heartbreak, literature, poetry, prose, sadness, travel
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monde
| world (masculine noun) | /mɔ̃d/ I am sorry I couldn’t hold the world for you; I have not the strength of Atlas, and the weight of it bruised my shoulders and rolled 10down 15 my 20 … Continue reading
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Tagged depression, family, goodbye, heartbreak, literature, poetry, prose, sadness
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