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I am not a poet. Does that mean I shouldn’t write? Are my words meaningless because they aren’t high art? I am not a philosopher. Does that mean I shouldn’t think? Are my thoughts meaningless if they aren’t soliloquy? I am not an academic. Does that mean I shouldn’t learn? Is my education meaningless because…
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My longest relationship may have been gay. I’ve always considered myself an ally to the LGBTQ, but never considered myself part of the community. Though I did learn that I was Demiromantic in late 2019, I didn’t consider my quasi-ace/aro connection to be strong enough to claim the title. Afterall, at the end of the…
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I submitted a children’s story for publication. It’s the first attempt I’ve made at publication in years. Like many writers, fear of rejection and impostor syndrome has kept me from making progress towards any writing goal. I was writing more than ever for work, and that left me feeling burnt out and uninspired. My writing…
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There’s a ring on my finger; I wish I could show it to you. I wish I could call you on the phone and start making plans– Like we used to. There’s a dress that I’m buying. I wish that I could buy it with you. I wish that you could come along and dress…
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There’s a lilac tree nearby. I smell it on the wind that blows Softly- Enough to carry a scent But not enough to make the windchimes Sing with the sparrows and the chickadees. Or maybe it’s the jasmine That lingers on my skin and Evaporates Into the setting sun. Twilight is fleeting and snow is…
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I thought I would never get married. I’ve always been slow to trust and even slower to love, and I didn’t think I could find someone willing to wait for me to develop feelings. And I was okay with that. I was happy being single. I was never lonely, as I had (and still have)…
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First they came for the hungry; I said nothing, for I had meat. Then they came for the thirsty; I said nothing, for I had drink. Then they came for the stranger; I said nothing, for we didn’t meet. Then they came for the sick and imprisoned; I said nothing, for I walked free. I…
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I was diagnosed with Bipolar 2 in the spring of 2023. After over a decade of managing symptoms on my own, this diagnosis came as a relief. For years I lived with the fear of losing control of my mind and body, and saying and doing things I would regret. For years I had to…
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They gave out bread and circuses As Rome was burning down. Now Nero’s in the White House Wearing a gilded crown. They gave us tariffs and TikTok Instead of jobs and eggs. Now Nero’s out playing golf And freezing federal aide. They’ll serve us dreams and promises, As they put the country up for sale.…
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Saving pennies will add up If given enough time, But hard earned penies don’t bring luck When 2 cents cost a dime. While we’re all pinching pennies In order to survive, Billionaires spend millions To buy and sell our lives.
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Bringing Mae Flowers 