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A Day In Which She Wasn’t Late (For Once)
We hold on to the strangest things, in the ten minutes of turmoil, from bridges to crosses. I hold on to the other day, to distract me from the crowded silence. I hold on to the other day, when I counted the seconds, until I could count the characters in your reply. Now I am…
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New Visual Poem -A Letter To Daddy
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Crying Crayons
The days are grey, and I’m blue for you, but I’m dropping the recipe for a rainbow, from my brown eyes. Read My Books Hear My Music Hear My Podcast RECENT FREE CREATIVE WRITING COLLECTIONS Sad Girl’s Love Song Drowning In Us What Ever Happened To Baby Jen? COME FIND ME Twitter Soundcloud Instagram Ask…
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Essays
You are crying, as the wind watches you weigh up your options. Waiting on a roof for a reason, that may never come, and the wind, is lazy and unmoved by your last goodbye, to a world she only observes. You write an essay, with your troubled tongue, telling the air around you, all the…
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Toyland
Summer seeps through the spokes, of your baby blue bicycle wheels. From the sidewalk, I stare, through long lashes, and tinted glasses, a popsicle in my pastel pout. I hope you’ll fall, graze your knee, tumbling in my direction, so I can peek, through tinted glasses, and eager eyes, at what you hide, in your…
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