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Here I Am

The night before we left             Iowa, we walked                         to the cemetery. You wanted to go all             week because you’d read                         about the black angel, that she’d kill you, so you wanted             to kiss her. You said we could write                         about … Continue reading

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North Haven

            for Ilana The apples here are all ripe and singing beautiful end of summer it is not July—having never kissed the earth I could not sing this wisdom still August finds you everywhere but here among cattails each morning I … Continue reading

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What Is Essential

Isabel Prioleau lives in Charleston, South Carolina. She interns for The Adroit Journal, and you can find her most recent work in The Post and Courier. Isabel was an attendee of the 2018 Juniper Institute for Young Writers and the … Continue reading

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Beatification, Canonization

            Name us impossible. If                         dead is prerequisite. If woman is                         things to bury in the neighbor’s lawn—                                     stained fingernails, glass, a bag of flour.             Peel away these stems,                                                 these leaves & we’re closer. If girl is the dirt.             This skin … Continue reading

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Letter From the North Haven Ferry

It’s raining or we’re crying—no one on the ferry’s met but there’s something we love about passing boats and passing each other so I’ll go on believing in our essential difference from the waves: our lack of constancy. I cannot … Continue reading

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Similar Twilights Are Seen on Earth

Isabel Prioleau lives in Charleston, South Carolina. She interns for The Adroit Journal, and you can find her most recent work in The Post and Courier. Isabel was an attendee of the 2018 Juniper Institute for Young Writers and the … Continue reading

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The Time of Our Actual Deaths

Isabel Prioleau lives in Charleston, South Carolina. She interns for The Adroit Journal, and you can find her most recent work in The Post and Courier. Isabel was an attendee of the 2018 Juniper Institute for Young Writers and the … Continue reading

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Other Living Things

Isabel Prioleau lives in Charleston, South Carolina. She interns for The Adroit Journal, and you can find her most recent work in The Post and Courier. Isabel was an attendee of the 2018 Juniper Institute for Young Writers and the … Continue reading

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At the Breakwater

            with lines from T. S. Eliot I am thinking how my nerves are bad tonight, like heaving water, wind-tossed, casting reflections of the sky. I do not want to ruin experience with understanding, the ground with the air, and so … Continue reading

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Villanelle in Which I Am Torn

I’m inventing a way to quantify love— it’s the songs playing at pivotal relationship moments. In the age of Spotify, this music can resurface on demand, and with it an auditory history. One flaw in the method—a March night, when, … Continue reading

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