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Or So My Mamma Said

Or So My Mamma Said

He was a man, like all the rest, or so my mamma said. The violet and green that decorate my body, a sign of his…

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Strange Visitations

Strange Visitations

This is where they come to roost in the twilight of their lives, waking to river song and birdcall riding the waves of myriad river…

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To My Fazoli’s Love

To My Fazoli’s Love

No, my sweet, I would not enjoy any additional breadsticks.   I would not like your salt and garlic speckled dough cocks. Even for this…

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Hiraeth

Hiraeth

Hiraeth  (n.) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the grief for the lost places of…

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Looking Glass

Looking Glass

They say drowning hurts.  Really, really hurts. They say it’s excruciating and scarier than you can imagine.  I suppose that makes sense, given that water…

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Cutting the Edge

Cutting the Edge

I was dressed in a ghastly shade of pink, bright and sugary, like a Popsicle. My skin reeked of sun block and bug repellant. The…

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