We are surrounded by death. But we don’t read it as any kind of sign. We shrug our shoulders. We cry.…
It’s not that I didn’t grow it’s just that I didn’t grow, up. It was kind of a helix, a kind…
My weekend bag and all of it’s contents smell like a camping tent. He liked to hold hands like I do.…
stuck. sad. angry. disappointed. caged. feeling trapped. scared. infected by the fear of others. can’t make a move. sitting, watching contraction…
Gold Marie, come back to me and I will throw the feathers. I’ll make the snow in which to grow my…
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