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Diary Entry 30:

4:09 pm Sigma lobby. Based on ‘The Singing Butler’ by Jack Vettriano.  Finished 11:12 pm my dorm.



At last, I danced with Autumn

on the sands that were our stage,

and branded in Blythe’s bowler

every choler of his wage.

A love that stemmed from thorny brush,

to now, my blushing hue,

clutching to the comfort of a dream that died in dew.

-Amy Struthers

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Diary Entry 29:

February 17th:

Gabe, Ryan, Tim, and myself all meet up in Stewart. Gabe tries to persuade me as to why I shouldn’t leave the university. I didn’t feel up to writing a poem.

February 18th:

Felt like falling asleep in class. I didn’t feel like writing a poem.

February 19th: Fell asleep in the lobby and woke up to get ready for class. Based off J.E.H. MacDonald’s ‘The Tangled Garden’. Started 1:50 pm. 7:00pm.



When paths aren’t all that tangled,
and dreams are spun and cast,
and bushels are as fragrant
as the gardens we have passed,
will you still sing of Behrman,
when you rise to note what’s last?

When some boats aren’t that sturdy
and beaches boast as grand
and hands aren’t all that calloused
by the tilling of the land,
will you still write of playtime when you’ve grown too tired for sand?

-Amy Struthers

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Diary Entry 26:


Based on Gus Eagleton’s ‘Exhale/Inhale’.
Started 2:34pm. My dorm. Ended: 11:46pm.


Borders are like bike-locked beaks
screeching for a key in suffocating song.

They’re trees
in plastic planters
spotting images of fading sequoias
and spines
to loose-leafed papers
that capture catfish gliding
in a travel-sized ocean.

It’s lotion
on the landing
and the branding
of a cold sweat.
And paint on the planks where
the city flashes in lights.

-Amy Struthers

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Diary Entry 25:

Based on Johann Georg Meyer’s ‘Betrayed’. Started: 12:03am. My dorm. Finished: 3:39pm.


The Ant

Pity the creature

that follows its thirst up the cobblestoned path

only to find a well that’s devoid of water

and a breadcrumbed poison rising in a writhing gut.

In a trail that marks its end,

a procession of pill bugs play on.

It’s dawn,

and the sprinklers keep turning.

Thrown like a sash to the flames

a wet,

wide-eyed wonder

groans into a grave of grass.

-Amy Struthers

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Diary Entry 24:

I’m paying the price for going out late/staying up early with Gabe. Still feeling under the weather. 7:34pm. 7:52pm My dorm. Based on Cassius Marcellus Coolidge’s A Bachelor’s Dog.




that six-lettered lap dog

he sells with a smile

can only afford

a rolled-over belly.

Barking at the telly,

he spits a tooth-marked chimney to the side

and fills his lungs with smoking cash.

With beer on the burner,

Turner churns in the distance.

-Amy Struthers

artist, poetry, Uncategorized

Diary Entry 23:

Started 8:47pm/9:51pm finished. Tim and Ryan’s dorm. Tim gets upset with my first draft and tells me that I’m selling myself short/need to keep working on it. Based on Caspar David Friedrich’s ‘Wanderer above the Sea of Fog’.



Is this the way the world is?

A slow sail onward

or a deep breath in?

A cloth fin

to the side

of a wide

wind compassing home

or the froth of forgetfulness blurring into

an amber horizon?

-Amy Struthers