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Muddled things

In hasty desires live muddled things, seeming stunted and unformed. Yet they move with deliberate ease, unfazed by passing storms. I fear that on a closer look like icebergs they may be; their bulky power invisible beneath a murky sea. … 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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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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Erosion

Sometimes I feel like a jagged rock in a raging river; like an obtuse protuberance that rapids thrash against; as if I am surrounded by tremendous violence that it is battering me. Slowly, the currents erode my incongruous edges and … Continue reading

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Reaping/Sowing

Inspired by Ellis Delaney’s lyric “my heart gets bigger when it falls apart”. http://www.ellis-music.com/ Continue reading

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Past the Bend

Tell me how bad it is. Is it the worst or best, or fabulous? Is it the first or last, or preposterous? That depends. Do you take or lend? Are you friends, or do you need to make amends? Or … Continue reading

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