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This Is What Happens
This is what happens when you spill tea on your keyboard. Your keys stick and you can't get the action from them you used to. Suddenly wat you knew when you hit the little keys and they bounced back at you is gone Because the sticky tea you tried to wipe up quickly and let…
In These Times
It's been difficult. Right? These times. It's been difficult to figure out what to do, what to feel, what to think when we watch tv or read the stories on the internet feeds of our friends and "those you may know" telling us who is doing what and why this person is an asinine capital…
A New Morning
It started like any other morning. Aches and pains, grinding popping joints struggling to rise from the sanctuary of the bed and embracing covers. Bed head atop squinty-eyed mattress damaged face. Trying not to breathe out too much to melt the paint from the walls from morning dragon breath. The chirping alarm rang from the…
Stairs
Left. Right. Swish, swish. No one walks up a flight of stairs like she can. Each supple foot landing delicately on each step with no effort. She rises like she's being lifted by a cloud to the next step. Left. Her hip moves with a sway. Slow, deep. My eyes follow the flow. Right. Like…
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