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tiny
Tiny silver spoon I’m so happy to have met you Me in my jeans and flip flops Shiny from car air and the miles You in that trap made of logs Did the sign say they were hand crafted? Building square and tall In the shadow of all those trees Next to that highway Brimming Continue reading
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Away
The sun sets behind a building made of wood and stone and earth: time. She is a fireball in the sky. Burning orange with her shoulders wide, arms stretched out over the horizon, head back and into the sky. I am passenger on swift moving train racing over the miles like wind past this scene. Continue reading
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Anxiety
From the ear buds the soft monotone voices speak slowly enough for sleep to come to me. Silence is too full of the unknown for my tired mind to manage. Asleep like I am in a race. Running from thought to thought. From dream to awake to the places still and dark between them to 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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reassess
we were all gung-ho we were determined we were more than a little brave we were going to go and change the world we did our best we started families we made our decisions and now we’re left with this it isn’t bad it’s even beautiful but it isn’t what we thought that it would Continue reading
All the grace 