Author: Kate DiTullio
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Ghost Mountains
The Atlas Mountains lie to the south of Marrakesh, about an hour’s drive from where I live. They rise nearly 14,000 feet above sea level, and are utterly gorgeous. But I didn’t get to see them from Marrakesh until this week. See, typically the summer haze and clouds completely shroud the mountains during hot weather…
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Original Poem: “Watching the Sky”
I used to scan the skies Anxiously, like a sailorWho has seen too many stormsEyes a fickle-looking cloud or three.On any given evening You could find me watching,Leg bouncing out the very rhythm My heart beat in those tempests.And I did not do so foolishly.Many and recent have been the galesThat would seek to overwhelm…
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Finding a Rhythm
Summer vacation can be a rough few months for me, I’ve found. All that free time sounds awesome, but if I don’t structure it well? Then I venture into the territory of Boredom and Wasted Time Guilt. So it’s always something of a relief to return to the normalcy (if you can call it that)…
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“The Beginning”
Once upon a time, I believed that having dreams of my own was wrong. Now I dream incessantly. It does not matter when or why I believed such nonsense; what matters is that second part. I now dream without ceasing, and even act on some of these dreams. One of them is about to begin…
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“Once Upon A Time”
I’ve always loved fairy tales. I devoured all the retellings of these stories our library had growing up, and made good use of the interlibrary loan system once it was introduced in the mid-2000s. Even now, you can usually find me with some form of fantastical literature in my hand. While new authors find new…


