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GHOST TALES
It seems a rite of passage in today’s world to be ghosted. I’ve had my fair share of ghosts. They could cohabit a very large house together. I sometimes imagine them tucked into their rooms, folding the laundry, and sharing their pastimes in a Rachel-free zone. I admit it gives me a twisted feeling in the pit of my stomach. Have I been rejected?

Rachel Dalivane
Nov 1910 min read


TO HOVER IN
I have a love for beautiful views that began when I was a child. I’d sit on top of the monkey bars or sit in my favorite hemlock tree just to see from that vantage point. I watched setting suns and moonlit skies from this view. On summer nights when the neighbor kids were catching fire flies and eating ice cream, I’d sneak upstairs to stand there in that spot watching everyone below. I pressed my nose up to the cold screen to feel the cool air of summer nights waft in on m

Rachel Dalivane
Jan 27, 202215 min read


GREY
She was squished up in the tire of their pickup truck when I heard her meowing. I crawled under and found a little grey fluff of kitten, not much larger than my hand. She had grey eyes like me. I named her “Storm,” and snuck her into our basement until my parents found her and then she disappeared. I never did find out what became of her, but even as an adult I think of her sometimes.

Rachel Dalivane
Oct 27, 20217 min read


THE HIGH PLACE PHENOMENON
I’m neither here nor there. I feel instead. I feel that I’m far off like stars and cool night air passing through the window, breathing in and slipping out again, a hushed love affair with an imagined state, the feeling of freedom, the freedom of flight. I’m not a woman but a dream instead and I feel…

Rachel Dalivane
Jun 7, 20214 min read


AMERICANS
You kissed me at the drive-in, all coarse and unrefined. Your rough hands in my fine blonde hair, smoothing out the crook of my arm...

Rachel Dalivane
Feb 4, 20212 min read


LOVE LETTERS TO A DYING GOD
PART 1: I’m not sure I’m the obvious choice. I’m not bold or powerful. My brothers were always more forceful than me. My sister was always more steady than me. I have small bones and a fainting reflex. Whenever I see blood I faint. I was shy at first. I took long to first start speaking and when I did I spoke. In. Broken. Sentences. For. Quite. A. While. I felt afraid of scary things or ugly things like spiders or darkness, needed help with checking pockets and shoes

Rachel Dalivane
Sep 15, 20203 min read
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