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*A poem about feeling overwhelmed by life. May be triggering for some readers* I’m drowning in a self-created sea. Made of tasks, duties, and responsibilities. I asked for this. I thought I wanted more, but I’m in over my head. The water’s getting deeper, and I’m too tired to tread. I’m slowly slipping under- anyone…
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I’m not ready to talk about some things. There are some parts of my life that I still can’t bring myself to talk about- at least, not in a serious way. It’s one thing to make a joke hinting at that hidden darkness, but it’s another thing to open the curtains and expose it to…
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“Don’t be a ‘writer’, be writing”. I love and hate Faulkner’s famous advice. I hate it because I know he’s right and I haven’t been writing much lately. Between craziness at work, home life, and my business- I am have almost no energy to be creative. At least, that is the excuse I’ve been making…
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I’ve been with my current employer for 2.5 years. I have held 4 positions- all upwards moving in that time. My Quality Assessments have always been in the high 90’s, and since January my scores have been a consistent 100%. I’ve demonstrated my ability to learn new tasks and positions quickly, and to hold my…
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The Utah County Fair can be described in a single word: miserable. The whole event was 3 days. 3 days of hard work for little returns, as a combination of bad advertising, inept county officials, and bad weather combined to keep crowds away, and vendors unprofitable. Thursday was a sunny day, which would have been…
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I can never go back to Tooele or I might pass that Greek Cafe and remember the afternoon we ate lemon-rice soup and baklava after shopping in the one antique shop in town. I can never go back to Tooele. Or I might drive up that canyon road and remember when we escaped to the…
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Tonight is a stormy night. That’s not a big deal in most places. Growing up in Houston, it rained and stormed most days of the summer. Rain hitting the tin roof, and thunder rolling into the night were the lullabies of my childhood. But, since moving to Utah in 2008, rain is a fleeting dream.…
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I chopped off all my hair again. My hair was almost hip length and becoming burdensome in the hot, desert climate I call home. Every few years I decide to grow my hair out to see how long it will grow. Then, I inevitably get tired of caring for my ridiculously thick, easily tangled, locks…
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Prompt: Write about someone’s eyes without saying the color. You would have thought they’d be cold. Cold, flat, and hard- like a sheet of ice on the lake in January. But, those eyes weren’t cold at all. They were bright. Bright, expressive, and lively- like light dancing off the waves in June. People are full…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 