Nicole Crescenzi

Joined January 2021

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Thoughts, like coffee, filter best through paper.

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Garage dad
My dad loved his garage. His garage was his holy space. In there he could restore old cars, build shadowboxes, and fix impossible-to-fix toys like tangled Slinkys or popped balloons.
By Nicole Crescenzi4 years ago in Families
First Glance
From across the room I first saw you, Hair matted and wet Eyes dark and wild. Your gaze turned to me and caught me like a fish in a net—
By Nicole Crescenzi4 years ago in Poets
The Wiping
George Scionti walked up the grassy hill leading towards a small, thatch-roofed house. The sun was low in the sky and cast a golden light while a gentle breeze danced through the grass, as if a concert conductor was calling thousands of voices to say “hush.”
By Nicole Crescenzi5 years ago in Fiction
It's all in the details...
Eva waited at the table, absentmindedly picking at the soft white tablecloth that draped over the corners. A red carnation stood in a delicate white vase in the middle of the table while the flame of a dripping candle reflected in a set of sliver salt and pepper shakers.
By Nicole Crescenzi5 years ago in Humans
The Next Chapter
Tanya waited in the bookshop, her elbow leaning on the cashier’s dusty glass countertop while her other arm clutched several books.
By Nicole Crescenzi5 years ago in Families