God
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no. matter. what.
I copy the words that have struck me in my little journal. My tiny cursive letters mixed with tiny print ones. The tiny squares are satisfying to my eyes but I have to work hard to keep my letters in. I make them fit though, because I anticipate there is much from the pages that Continue reading
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and just like that
“Once I had gathered Psyche’s bones then, it seemed, all that concerned her would be over and done with. Already, even with the great act still ahead, there was flowing in upon me, from the barren years beyond it, a dejection such as I had never conceived. It was not at all like the agonies Continue reading
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wait
in the line to pick up kids after school cars moving slowly seventeen drivers not letting me in kids on benches and beneath the trees wait i feel my insides stir and boil in the check out aisle at the grocery store slow beeps and long conversations for the child to find her way to Continue reading
All the grace 