Rachel Stuck

I'm Rachel, and I like to write. I'm perfectly suited for this time period because these days everyone loves to just sit back and read long stuff.

I am passionate about being bad at things (other than writing), and I hope to showcase my poorly-wrought but well-loved endeavors here.

For Arlen, Always

My eulogy for a dear friend.

I find everything I need in the pretty ways humans say things.

A Probably Wrong and Definitely Too Brief Analysis

It encompasses the intensely private sense of identity as well as the immensity of cultural assimilation and genocide.

Like Plath, I’ve made some terrible relationship decisions (though none so bad as marrying Ted Hughes).

Part of what’s appealing to me about this poem is probably plain old narcissism.

He, aware of my circumstances, smiled in that way, in that specific way that says “This is a smile that meets your sadness.”

I can’t believe how well this poem addresses the themes in our novel.

There I was, hurdling through Austin suburbs, dropping my book like a freak.

It is a brutal and necessary read.

This is not a happy poem, and I’m truly sorry for what you are about to go through.

It is amazing to me when a work of art is able to bridge the perceived apathy of high school students.

Did her renown as a writer stop me from, after a few beers, emailing her and telling her that I might pee my pants if she actually responded?

Another love poem, what? Don’t worry, it’s also about isolation and how your childhood rots away and stuff.

Ugh, gross, a love poem.

This one gobsmacked me.

When I asked this man what he missed most while living on the street, his answer surprised me.

How lucky was I to spend so many days of my childhood with horses?