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I walked outside and everything was grey scale. Devoid of color, devoid of time the world was neither dark nor bright, but somewhere in-between. Silver sky reflected in white snow- contrasted by the charcoal shadows and black-tar roads. There was no color. There was no sound. No children laughing, talking, shouting- They are all at…
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Christmas has come and gone in an almost uneventful way. The tree was lite, the presents wrapped, and stockings hung- but the joy just wasn’t there. The dull browns, the dark days, the cold weather- something about it saps all my energy. It brings out all the sadness, the despair, and hopelessness. It’s as if…
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Brown Christmas: A Poem About Growing-up Southern It never snowed on Christmas in Houston. Growing up, the December was nippy- and browning grass was crisp with frost. Our breath rose in puffs before our faces- but snow never fell on Christmas day. I didn’t mind that Christmas’s weren’t snowy. We had everything we…
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If there was ever a time to believe in magic, it would be tonight. Today, I turned 25 years old, and tonight is the night of the Christmas Comet. I’ve always looked for the mystical and fantastical in small things. Little bits of luck, coincidence, and beauty in the every-day always felt like more. I…
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I have a weird love for Spanish Fork, Utah. Not for the main part where highway 6 runs through, but for the Southern and Western half of town: away from the developing city. That part I love is Spanish Fork Main Street. For years, I couldn’t put my finger on what attracted me to this…
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I began writing poetry when I was 12 years old. I faithfully wrote, then typed, saved, and transferred every scrap of poetry, prose, and story that came was born from my mind. Yesterday, in hopes of finding something worth professional publication, I decided to go through every bit of my writing from the last decade…
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When the wind picks up and the temperature drops down- When harvest is gathered and leaves turn and fall- When the daylight fades and the darkness waxes strong- That’s when the ghosts plague us all. We are all haunted by our own ghostly ghouls: Haunted by the apparitions of our troubled souls. Haunted by…
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Writing Challenge: Sept 5, 2018 Prompt: Write about the hands of someone you love. She’s always worn several rings, at least she has for as long as I can remember. There was her wedding band: small diamonds set in gold, and her child-rings featuring a gemstone representing each month one of us grandchildren were born.…
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I cried tonight The first time since we broke us. The first tears since the last time That we failed to break the curse that keeps us apart. I cried tonight. The first time since I gave up. The first ache since I allowed numbness To replace sharp despair over how close we…
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One last, one last time. You asked me for one last, one last time. Against my better judgement I gave it to you. One last, one last time. I fell for you one last, one last time. I knew it would end- But I loved you. One last, one last time. I cried…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 