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Sources in Cameron Palick’s creative writing class report that the high school junior’s poetry leans pretty hard on alliteration.
“sweet soft skin on green grass, i see calm clouds,” a recent poem by Palick began, clearly trying to get a lot of mileage out of using words that begin with the same letter. “i am a blue bird flying freely / my feathers are falling.”
“she is a steady stream, strong and swift / i let the cool current carry me, away and away,” the piece continued, once again banking on repeated sounds to provide some poetic oomf. “when will the wild wind love me? / the weather is warm / i weep under a willow tree.”
At press time, Palick was comparing herself to the sun.
