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Continue reading →: Sometimes we go.
Because there’s no reason not to. Because we’ve got unsettled feelings. Because all we’ve ever done is stay & walk in single file line & we’re suddenly filled with a curiosity that has invaded even our lightest sleeps. Because all we’ve ever done is stay, & we don’t know how…
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Continue reading →: On the account of cricket songs & other the less audible orchestras.
Did you know that we make sounds? More than the coo of a baby, or the lullaby of a sweet mama, deep within us there is an orchestra pouring out, hymns at our innermost core. I’m intertwining my soul with Barbara Brown Taylor’s, as I trace her words…
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Continue reading →: In the business of forgiveness.
“My child, your sins are forgiven.” He says it & I’m breathless, every sort of unease slipping in through this skin. My fingers dance together in awkward tango, eyes feeling the tides growing ever more closely to the shores of my lids, dams only promising to contain a little more.…
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Continue reading →: In between todays, tomorrows, & my cat collection.
I’m antsy. Antsy about tomorrow, antsy about my wedding day, antsy about going old, & antsy at the wonder of the turning point of which I am classified as an old maid. At what point do I start my cat collection? & I know my mothers beginning to…
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Continue reading →: Galaxies & beauty marks.
I scale the moles across my arms, thinking of the continual patterns of galaxies under this cotton t shirt. I wonder, maybe out of ignorance, maybe out of innocence. I wonder what they mean. I wonder what they’re charting. I wonder if heaven will unfold to God cradling my fragile…
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Continue reading →: When they told you to take it slow.
When you both professed your love for each other, that night through those texts, leading to a phone call, leading to a late night drive where music was faint & voices were careful, dancing around the elephant that sat in the room. Tongues held, tiptoeing around the broken-hearted girl, still…






