the living

There are days like today when the living ain’t easy. 
I sit in the back of the store—breakroom slash 
stockroom—waiting…

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in elysium

Your whispers reach me across time. They find me standing on the edge of awakening. My dreams leave, then your…

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feeling jolly, maybe

It snowed last night. This morning the sky was clear and the snow bright. While I do feel a sense…

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i built a story

I built a story that was tall and wide, stretching across miles of land like the Great Wall of China….

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hate speech vs my mighty voice

Mighty Voices Rise I don’t give two damns about “hate speech” against me, a brown woman. Not two. I have…

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unfurl

i am unfurled unwrapped by life’s hardships, joys and mysteries. without understanding why, i have lived without a name.  …

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mortal words

i’ve decided that i don’t want to write, not with my hands anyway. i want to think words onto paper…

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i am the stream…

i am the stream… of consciousness. it is 2:38pm, monday, the In The Beginning day of the week august 14….

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save words

i will save words for you. bottled and pickled words for you. then feed you synonyms of me, so you…

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satchel of poems

I had a satchel filled with poems that I tossed into the sea. I wrote them on tiny circles and…

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ink spill

I spilled ink across the blank pages of my notebook. It was then that I decided to write stories with…

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the words spill

The words spill from my pen, blood red, no longer wanting to be ink, but to be life. The words…

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freedom

We all seek freedom in one way or another. But in the end, we live in an age where none…

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i hide

i hide inside myself, in the dark corners of memory, in the light of a thousand what-could-have-beens.

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existence remembered

The words leave, drifting atop my misconceptions. I am looking backwards. Why did we come here? Was it only to…

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parallel universe

In the space of memory resides the fence we stand atop, teetering on the edge between hard ground and water….

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your lies

Your lies won’t save you from death. You will die anyway. Death is the great truth teller. When it comes,…

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little expectations

Writing Prompt: Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Expectation. I am sometimes filled to overflowing with…

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the thinning web

The silken network of threads thin inside me; those webs that stick to everything that I am. They thin, inch…

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split apart

i am split apart, opened wide like the Nile and equally as filled with memories of life and death and…

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