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A Letter To My Fifteen Year Old Self

Hey, It’s me, or rather, you, from the future. Put down the star trek fan fiction, we need to talk. I have good news and bad news. The good news is, you having fuller lips won’t be as bad as you think. Sure, you get made fun of it for now, but in about ten […]

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Kneeling In The Garden

Deep under dirt, I grow, audacious, ferocious, fed by rain, you sought to deny me, formally segregated sprinkles. I will grow, and glow, under my moonlight, and bloom, in the morning, to kneel, with all the other flowers, you denied the right to exist, in your garden. Order “Stormy Weather” here Order “Last Of The […]

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Monster Truck

Sixty seven year old strange man, in my room. knelt by my womb, trying to crawl inside, as if I am a monster truck, and there are tools to destroy the city, to save some cells, and keep me in one, if I resist. My sister has come, from England, screams, for the future, of […]

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An open letter to Miranda Larbi, in relation to unicorns.

Dear Miranda, Let’s start with something positive (not that this post will be negative, but you know…) Congratulations on completing the London Marathon! I’ll probably never do this. I could pretend it’s because I’m busy at work, or otherwise occupied, but the truth is, that is part of my “Lazy Millennial” quota. Mother does not […]

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