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What Doesn’t Change

Moving orients as well as disorients. It provides reacquaintance with what you’ve kept hidden in both a physical and metaphysical sense. The objects, these passions of the past, reminisce as settings, complex emotional frameworks. I found today a reading response … Continue reading

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Remembering Possibility

Fresh opportunity, you were like an infant coming from comforted darkness into an array of wailing fresh light. Mama has always given herself up to send you forth into the harshness of thought, grow your legs from the moist clay … Continue reading

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Teachers Never Give Up

Our communities own pride. We flower the eyes of growing minds. We let the wind ride by in broken possibilities. We climb higher for hope. He holds his voice inches above small minds and the words fall, upon each in … Continue reading

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Confronting Evil

I talk to evil these days because he feels like a bedfellow, a resident of my dreams plunder in my eyes for the sunset, the heart having no where to dig, but beneath the ground for solace. Before these days … Continue reading

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Under Water

Pieces. Fragments of emotion that pile together in this state. Become red. Forget body, want blood. When I am with those I know, I see ocean in the distance. Forget understanding. Remember rational thought. And what is rational is blue … Continue reading

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Without Hesitation

What good has come out of this. In panic does the opaque become transparent. Does the humane become a silhouette behind evil. The conversation of what we know and who we want to be. I have never been one to … Continue reading

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The Stories We Tell Ourselves

Take for example doors that get smaller in stories question life, the order of our rooms to own reality boasts the imagination balking in silence becomes the only option available for night. If we lie upon bones do they blossom … Continue reading

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