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Word Play

Jamie Rohr, Queens College Student

I’ve often been told I write the same way that I talk. I rely on the cues of talking and often insert my gasp, my sigh, or my importantly placed ellipses so that the reader understands my exact expression. I rely heavily on said reader. I write for an audience. Since birth I’ve been pushed and prodded to share my words. Encouraged, bribed, and then finally rewarded when I share whatever it is that is on my mind. As I grew up, the bigger the words got, the more praise I received. As a kid, I came to 
understand the power of words and I learned that the manner in which I chose to say them would warrant different results. “Pretty please with a cherry on top” became cute, while “I want it now” reeked of attitude. I have learned to ...

Dear Progeny,

Andrew Statum, Writing Fellow and Doctoral Candidate, English

Dear Progeny, The other day, my mother (your grandmother) came into my room (well, technically, as of this writing, it’s no longer “my” room, but serves as a guest room in the empty nest of my parents’ [so your grandparents’] roost) – she came with a small manila envelope and a handful of letters and 
envelopes and various folded papers bound together in twine into the guest room in which I happened to be lounging. She sat down on the edge of the bed and said they were letters, preserved over the years by her aunt (your great-great aunt) Peg, from my grandfather (so your great-grandfather) to various relations of his, mostly to his wife and mother (so if I have this right, that’d be your great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother, respectively?). She said I could have them if I wanted. She herself ...

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