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Once, I dreamed of being a teacher. At first, it was just because I loved school. As a kid we aren’t exposed to the realities of most professions, because we don’t see them first hand. Perhaps that’s why so many kids want to teach. It’s something they can wrap their heads around. So, if they…
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It’s time to prepare for my annual attempt (And failure) at NaNoWriMo. Every year for about a decade I have participated in NaNoWriMo in some capacity. Some years I attempt the full 50,000 word challenge, and some years I make the modest pledge to write every day in the month of November. But every year,…
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I never finish anything. It’s a fact about myself that I’ve come to accepted about myself, the same way I’ve accepted that I’ll always be short and my smile will always be uneven. It’s something that appears to be written into my DNA- the procrastinator gene. It’s not that I’ve given up, I just stop.…
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I don’t know how I managed to talk him into visiting the old house with me, but somehow a week later, we met there. “Sorry I’m late.” His face was white and jaw clenched, but resigned as he got out of the beat-up pickup truck he parked just outside of the property line, as if…
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I’m obsessed with balance. Dualities and extremes, spectrums and shades of gray- it’s all related in my mind; Maybe because my life has always been imbalanced. Always unsteady and unstable, I’ve spent my whole life looking for a ground that won’t shift under my feet. Contrast and opposition are how many view the world. What’s…
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Tell us about a time when you felt out of place. Ive always felt out of place. And yet, I feel like I feel like I could find some comfort anywhere. By the time I was 21, I had moved 20 times. I lived in all sorts of conditions in my short time; from overcrowded…
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A poem a day,Some therapists say,Holds darkness at bay,And keeps madness delayed. A poem a day,The readers will say,helps the soul to conveywhat it’s hidden away. But, A poem a day,The writers all say,May keep the muses in sway,But won’t keep the bills paid.
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Peace of mind tastes bitter When racing thoughts are enticingly sweet. Creativity, Industry, and Possibility Season the feast of ideas That makes sleep feel like an untasted meal And moderation feel like starvation.
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I believe that Persephone ate the apple, And Eve ate the pomegranate seeds. The cost of knowledge and power, Was the taste of red fruit on a woman’s lips. The Queen of Death and the Mother of Life: The renewal of Spring followed by the Fall- One in the same, their choices were made, and…
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Why do you blog? I blog because I need to write. Sure, I could just write in my journal or try to publish, but the first is not enough, and the second is too much. I blog because I need to share my thoughts. Maybe that’s selfish or egotistical, but I feel the need to…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 