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Burnt
I had never smoked in my life. Well, other than that one half pack of menthols in junior year of high school. Then I ended up giving the other half to my friend, Shania, who had encouraged me to buy … Continue reading
The Taste of Clay
I was born with a Southern drawl flowing from my lips like rich red clay during a summer downpour, thick and shifting with each emotion, an open window to my heart’s hue, with no mistaking the color of it’s source, at … Continue reading
We Are Not Made of Paper
I am not made of paper. That’s what they want now. Simple sheets, thin, manageable, slick to the touch. Printed only on one side, shiny and bold. The image can become reality, they say, Such a strange flip from the … Continue reading
White Roses
Solace is the onset of silence in a world the can’t shut up, The unexpected resonance of a breeze making chaos of fresh, clustered leaves, Eyes feasting on freshness, drinking in primal yearnings for growth, for life. Breathing in satin flavors, … Continue reading
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Berated
Like silks saturated in gasoline, My heart burns slow, dank yet ready to burst. The poisonous glances of contempt thrown my way, the low flying words, rewriting a past which to me seemed sun filled and light, Woven into passages dripping … Continue reading
I’m Sorry, I’m Not for Sale
Long ago, when this album (cassette!) made a regular appearance in my Walkman (like I said, long ago), my boyfriend at the time, perhaps in a need to impress, who can know, proudly told me he could get me a … Continue reading
Centering the Ballast and Leaving the Dock
Growth is a type of change. No change, by definition, means no growth. There can be a disconcerting instability to it at times, especially when, often, we human beings attempt to hold onto external sources of stability… money, a certain look, … Continue reading
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