“She was beautiful, but not like those girls in magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for…
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“It’s too late for the beach.” We waddle our way down the dock not having a single thought. The sky is not…
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I feel caught up in some hazy interlude that never ends Round and round it plays my whole body caught up in…
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“the running joke of autumn” i wish it could be fall, because everything is better during fall, don’t you think? i…
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Half way through my book Golden light shines through shutters. Leaves sit still in jars. In a quiet room The sun…
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I was catcalled for the first time today. Really catcalled. Not a few whistles from an open car window, or the flash…