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Harvest Me

Fingers and toes begin like kernels of corn and pods of peas, making the grown ones giggle and coo. I never knew any of you when the world introduced you and you were so new. God kept count of each … Continue reading

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Somebody’s Child

The lies don’t matter. Don’t let them blind you to the truth. The sweat streamed down the back of his neck, made silver by the indirect light through the window, and tears were jettisoned off the tip of his nose. … Continue reading

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Soaring

With our feet firmly planted and our pupils pinned to the sky we dream. Bones still growing, teeth departing with a yank and pants that fit us just yesterday, we shout out to a world that would prefer we remain … Continue reading

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Stained Garden

Not vessels to be filled with your rage; not mannequins with convenient holes you can pretend don’t have a voice or eyes or delicate frontal lobes. We’d rather see you ejaculate into the sky and let it rain down sorrow. … Continue reading

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What I really love

I recently got on LinkedIn and added a Summary and an Interests section. What I really wanted to put on there was this: Love the sound of bells chiming, rain, dogs playing and kittens meowing.Love the smell of flowers in … Continue reading

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yearning

My heart, fragile as a laser carved eggshell, still beats. Beautiful, i know it is, yet taken for granted and only appreciated when it pounds against my chest or breaks. Why must I live this life I have chosen, indeed … Continue reading

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