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Vortex
It swirls In eddies Gentle, At first But as I watch The power Pulls me under Darkness all around A swirling, Churning Vortex Allowing no escape A scream bubbles up Soundless, Unheard Stuck Between Scylla And Charybdis Underneath the waters I yearn To touch the sun
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January 31st Present
I left my jacket in the car this afternoon when I returned to work. It felt strange, on the last day of what is traditionally the coldest month To be walking outside in a three-quarter length jacket and tank top, and yet I did. On my drive later that same day, the brown of last…
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Sunshine and shadows
We’re born, we suffer, we die. Listening to 21st-century creative, a new podcast I discovered through a different one when another writer whose opinion I value mentioned it was one of their favorites. A story within a story within a story? Either way, an interview with a British journalist turned author put me into an…
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Disquietude
It sits on my chest purring with pleasure I’m not sure how huge it is but it feels beyond measure perhaps it’s imagination making it seem bigger each day or perhaps it’s because there’s more in my way It’s becoming a friend Although not a great one it’s bigger at bad times but also there…
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Renewed
Tick, tick, tick The internal wind-up clock never stops Tock, tock, tock. Not enough time I look for extra moments In the day Finding none, I ration my breath As I rush from a to b Then c to d, And e to f, Holding it miserly, Like the gold it is Some days, I…
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Renewed
Tick, tick, tick The internal wind-up clock never stops Tock, tock, tock. Not enough time I look for extra moments In the day Finding none, I ration my breath As I rush from a to b Then c to d, And e to f, Holding it miserly, Like the gold it is Some days, I…
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Recovery
It’s been awhile since I sat down to explore myself and my reactions to the world. It’s not because I had no emotions, or found the world to be an unending paradise, but the opposite. I’ve lived in a House of Strep, which felt like a burden of unbearable proportions. But we bore it, somehow.…
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The big questions
Another day closer to the end of the month, nine months down and counting. October will soon be here which is good, as my three year old is obsessed with saying, “Halloween time is here!” Every time it’s dark outside. And it feels as though winter will soon be here, even though the week has…
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The big questions
Another day closer to the end of the month, nine months down and counting. October will soon be here which is good, as my three year old is obsessed with saying, “Halloween time is here!” Every time it’s dark outside. And it feels as though winter will soon be here, even though the week has…
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Tautology Of life
Birth and death, Beginnings and endings Those at the start of the day And those watching the sun set We all start out fresh Unwrinkled Sublime But use up that spark, Until one day, The light winks out The curtains fall, And the next act begins What if the light we see As we go…