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The morning of the death of democracy, Fresh snow glowed on the mountain tops. The sun rose bright in a pastel sky As birds and geese flew peacefully by, The beautiful day was a cruelly-felt lie– A mockery of our mourning. On the morning of the death of democracy, Heaven and Earth kept on turning. …
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I’ve been told I’m intimidating. This is a comment I’ve always found amusing because I am barely 5 feet tall, and only recently met the weight limit to donate blood. Perhaps this perception of my intimidating presence comes from my refusal to be intimidated by others. I’ve been afraid for my safety on several occasions,…
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I miss the ocean Though I fear the unknown deep, And I dislike the sand in my shoes And the salt on my chapped skin. Still, I miss the ocean The sea-scented breeze in my hair, The sound of rolling waves in my ears, And the tide lapping at my ankles. I miss the ocean.…
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Time moves differently as you age. When you’re a child, three years feels like an eternity. As a teen, three years feels like another lifetime. As a young adult, three years feels life changing. As an adult, three years feels like no time at all. Maybe that’s because you’ve already lived 3 years several times…
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Even if I could go back, I wouldn’t. There have been many good years of my life that I look back on fondly. And there have been many difficult years of my life, that might have turned out differently if I knew then what I know now. Still, I wouldn’t change anything if I could.…
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When I wake to a rainy day, And the street lights cast their warm glow on the wet pavement, And the rest of the city is still asleep, Leaving me peacefully alone with my coffee and my thoughts, I almost feel like a morning person.
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I’ve been participating in NaNoWriMo for nearly a decade. Over the years, I wrote about NaNoWriMo on this blog. I first heard about this annual event in my creative writing class in high school. While the thought of writing an entire novel in a month felt daunting, the community aspect excited me. Writers from all…
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Daylight burns into smouldering sunsets Then fades into the charcoal of night. Each morning the dawn strikes a new match, Lighting a fire that burns hours into ashes. Once started, the flames cannot be extinguished. What’s incinerated cannot be unburned.
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I bought a house yesterday. It remains to be seen if this is a commitment I am ready for, but the papers are signed, and money changed hands, so It’s too late to back out now. Over the last month we’ve been slowly packing up the apartment for the move. We’ve been taking everything box-by-box…
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I didn’t forget My childhood memories Of hiding my suffering Of silently struggling And endlessly wondering Why all this was happening Why God didn’t love me. I didn’t forget My years wandering, Of helplessly stumbling, Of hopelessly drowning And constantly questioning Why I was still hurting Why I couldn’t love me. I didn’t forget My…
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Bringing Mae Flowers 