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Desperation (#tbt)

Desperation… it conjures up images of a salty body prone in the sand, baking under a scorching, desert sun, dry-mouthed, so hot yet too dehydrated even to sweat; after hours walking, hours crawling, hours struggling to continue in search of … Continue reading

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Crossings, #tbt

“What will you promise each other?” I was wrestling with these feelings, this question. I typed a text that I didn’t send, which read “I promise I won’t abandon you. I promise I need you.” I was a woman standing … Continue reading

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Belle

Why can’t I spell beautiful? Try as I might, never sounds right; when the belle tolls, sour notes roll. Will it be e a you, teary eyes full, Who teaches me to sound it out? ——————————- A piece about our … Continue reading

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Little Light of Mine (#TBT)

The lies I tell myself are all that keep me going. They’re all that I have. Is there anything but self-deception? Yes and no. To say everything is a lie misses the mark. Is anything ever that simple? Yes and … Continue reading

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Striking Oil (#TBT)

Why write? To have a record, to avoid the pitfalls of memory? Yet I seldom ever look at what I write again. More than keeping track, the benefit of writing for me is in the process. Too often I become absorbed with … Continue reading

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Arcoiris

The arc of history bends just right, like the look she gave me last night. It’s a bow and arrow, shooting far; part flood, a boat a la mar. An ark on an arc, filled two by two; a couple … Continue reading

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Duramen

My mind raced. I knew I wouldn’t feel anything. Do I ever really feel anything? I move through my feelings so fast it can be hard to tell. I wonder whether it’s all for show. It seemed my thoughts had … Continue reading

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