Ava Alder

Joined November 2021

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I come from a family of writers and have been writing stories since I was very small. Outside of writing, I study neuropsychology and work heavily with people who suffer from PTSD, sexual assault/domestic abuse, and dissociative disorders.

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Upon Leaving My Life Behind
I see, on the horizon, a swelling brilliance that echoes in my spirit I see, within it, all that I have ever been, all that I am now, all that I will ever be
By Ava Alderabout a year ago in Poets
Beware the Curse of Summer
they say there is a grove in the forest. shifting feet and darting eyes tell a story of confusion. it reaches us like a tickling thought that can’t be read. twitching hands and curling fists tell a story of wrongness.
By Ava Alderabout a year ago in Poets
The Train of Thoughts Through Childhood. Content Warning.
Notes/Streams of Consciousness/Analysis/Memories — (Negative/harmful thoughts in parentheses) Defensive thoughts in bold Tentative or weak (as though injured or afraid) thoughts in italics Thoughts had while looking back on the situation
By Ava Alder2 years ago in Confessions
The Forest Hag
More more more. Always always always. Life passes through me as though I am nothing but a conduit, refusing to lend me a speck of grace, that I may make something of this life that is more than just survival. I have sinned in other lives, but I have been wronged more than I have sinned. If I need harder punishment, then force me to remember all of my wrongdoings. But give me something, give me a spark, a seed, a morsel on which to live this fleeting life.
By Ava Alder2 years ago in Poets
Nascence in Exordium
O, may the moon and sunlight seem /One inextricable beam /For if I triumph, I must make men mad The Tower, W.B Yeats Isn’t it something, my dear, to suffer in victory and who am I to say what is beholden in your eyes? Lay your hands upon my face and know what it means to grieve. The Otherworld is vast, but our hearts are vaster, still, like something out of stories, like something Brogdingnagian; impossible and wonderful, radiant and aflame.
By Ava Alder4 years ago in Poets
I Dream of You: In Light and In Darkness
I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.
By Ava Alder4 years ago in Fiction
An Open Letter to Humanity
[enter Antigone and Ismene] Antigone: we begin in the dark/and birth is the death of us Antigone (tr by Anne Carson)
By Ava Alder4 years ago in Fiction
She From Whom None Can Escape
You bore me, demon, she says with arrows in her eyes /Tearing her shirt to bare her breasts in loving welcome /Her lips teasing at sharp, raw teeth /And her black eyes reflecting the riches of long-dead empires
By Ava Alder4 years ago in Poets

Ava Alder

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Upon Leaving My Life Behind

Beware the Curse of Summer

The Train of Thoughts Through Childhood. Content Warning.

The Forest Hag

Nascence in Exordium

I Dream of You: In Light and In Darkness

An Open Letter to Humanity

She From Whom None Can Escape

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