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Violet McCabe
Violet McCabe
I am a writer who focuses on the genres of poetry and creative nonfiction, in my writing I like to focus on the topics of nature, death, addiction, depression, and innocence. Growing up homeschooled, I always found myself creating stories in my head and acting them out, now in this stage in my life I have found myself completely engulfed in reading and writing. It is a way for me to express my emotions in a positive way and it is always a way for me to escape my mind and dive into the mind of someone else and figure out what they would do and say. I want people to read my work and feel connected to it and I hope my writing will open their mind and inspire them to create something beautiful.
I am a rising junior at the Greater Hartford Academy of the Arts, where I focus on taking creative writing classes to help improve my craft along with participating in my schools GSA and Students Voices, where we focus on my making a better community in our school. I have also participated in a poetry collaboration with students from the American School for the Deaf. I love to spend my time listening to music, reading, and binging shows on Netflix like the Gilmore Girls. I received a Platinum level of distinction from the 2020 Connecticut Student Writers. In the future I plan on working as a funeral director and publishing poetry books and a memoir.
I am a rising junior at the Greater Hartford Academy of the Arts, where I focus on taking creative writing classes to help improve my craft along with participating in my schools GSA and Students Voices, where we focus on my making a better community in our school. I have also participated in a poetry collaboration with students from the American School for the Deaf. I love to spend my time listening to music, reading, and binging shows on Netflix like the Gilmore Girls. I received a Platinum level of distinction from the 2020 Connecticut Student Writers. In the future I plan on working as a funeral director and publishing poetry books and a memoir.
Counting Brown Dots
the black minivan was a battlefield
for the war on bugs
their rotting carcasses mushed
on the doors and roof
their guts staining
the grey inside of the car
brown
on long car rides
my eyes would be fixated on those marks
counting and analyzing
those bugs
those soldiers
who fall for the trap
of a forgotten apple core
resting in a cup holder
always coming to the end
with the smack of a hand
or the grab and squeeze of a tissue
the black minivan was a battlefield
for the war on bugs
their rotting carcasses mushed
on the doors and roof
their guts staining
the grey inside of the car
brown
on long car rides
my eyes would be fixated on those marks
counting and analyzing
those bugs
those soldiers
who fall for the trap
of a forgotten apple core
resting in a cup holder
always coming to the end
with the smack of a hand
or the grab and squeeze of a tissue
Toy Teacup Prison
the living room was the front lines
for the war on bugs
every spring
when the earth starts to awake
the ants invade
they marched across the floor
scavenging for bagel crumbs
hopeful to find a dropped chickpea
i would watch them
catch them
in a blue toy teacup
give them a name
talk to them
but i was always forced to
release the war prisoners
only for them to come to the end
with a spray and wipe
of a paper towel
the living room was the front lines
for the war on bugs
every spring
when the earth starts to awake
the ants invade
they marched across the floor
scavenging for bagel crumbs
hopeful to find a dropped chickpea
i would watch them
catch them
in a blue toy teacup
give them a name
talk to them
but i was always forced to
release the war prisoners
only for them to come to the end
with a spray and wipe
of a paper towel
Toy Teacup Prison
the living room was the front lines
for the war on bugs
every spring
when the earth starts to awake
the ants invade
they marched across the floor
scavenging for bagel crumbs
hopeful to find a dropped chickpea
i would watch them
catch them
in a blue toy teacup
give them a name
talk to them
but i was always forced to
release the war prisoners
only for them to come to the end
with a spray and wipe
of a paper towel
the living room was the front lines
for the war on bugs
every spring
when the earth starts to awake
the ants invade
they marched across the floor
scavenging for bagel crumbs
hopeful to find a dropped chickpea
i would watch them
catch them
in a blue toy teacup
give them a name
talk to them
but i was always forced to
release the war prisoners
only for them to come to the end
with a spray and wipe
of a paper towel
After Rain
the cracked driveway was where the sea battles occurred
for the war on bugs
every storm
when the driveway flooded
their naval forces would move in
their slimy bodies inching across
the rough pavement
after the rain
i would search for the stranded worms
pick up the wounded
with a stick
dropping them in the muddy grass
where they would retreat
back to their base underground
for the unfortunate ones
i walked by
they came to the end
by the suns rays
that slowly shriveled their bodies
the cracked driveway was where the sea battles occurred
for the war on bugs
every storm
when the driveway flooded
their naval forces would move in
their slimy bodies inching across
the rough pavement
after the rain
i would search for the stranded worms
pick up the wounded
with a stick
dropping them in the muddy grass
where they would retreat
back to their base underground
for the unfortunate ones
i walked by
they came to the end
by the suns rays
that slowly shriveled their bodies
One Man Cockpit
the kitchen and the pantry
are where the air battles take place
for the war on bugs
the brown moths take off
in their aircrafts
constructed by their exoskeleton bodies
they raid our bread
chewing through the plastic
during summer nights
i would hunt down the moth airmen
follow them around the house
and wait for them to land on a wall
and when they did
they were crushed a hand
their aircraft left smoldering
waiting for his comrades to strike again
the kitchen and the pantry
are where the air battles take place
for the war on bugs
the brown moths take off
in their aircrafts
constructed by their exoskeleton bodies
they raid our bread
chewing through the plastic
during summer nights
i would hunt down the moth airmen
follow them around the house
and wait for them to land on a wall
and when they did
they were crushed a hand
their aircraft left smoldering
waiting for his comrades to strike again