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3/30
You are not what they told me you’d be. The name they gave you fits like a funeral around a sunshower, a feeble attempt at containment. Widow is a word with stooped shoulders, a conch shell spine, a grey husk of waiting. . You are a million moments of sunlit water reborn as comets. Your…
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2/30
Lies (Prompt) I’m fine. I’m just tired. Don’t be nervous. You’ll be ok. You have to be more patient. Smug smiles of quarters gleaming beneath my pillow in the morning. No, you can’t help. Go to bed. Sunday morning let us pray. Head back, asking forgiveness from the rafters. Everything is fine. Don’t worry. I’m…
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1/30
Eyes shut like garage doors I imagine very hard what it’s like to be metal or concrete, hardened, the water in me vanished, taking with it everything soft. Nothing leaves an impression when it touches me. The thinness of skin is a memory. Closeness once felt blurry. The dangerous, yet inviting intimacy of molecules unchaining,…
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shaking the dust off the poeming hands
What Matters (prompt) .Some people. Everyone. No one. I cannot choose just one without abandoning the rest. Like when I was seven and prayed every night, blowing a kiss to every dead person and animal I knew. A great-uncle I could barely remember. My grandparents’ housekeeper. A hermit crab. I could not let even one…
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Welcome To: “welcome to: the darkness into which praying people pray.” (Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
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On Taking “Chicks With Guitars” More Seriously
I haven’t written much so far about my life as a performing musician, so we’ll depart from the hospital stories for a hot second. I have never felt comfortable in femininity – that is to say, I have never felt like I can fit myself into what people expect of women. I think very few…
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Sightless beauty
She was five years old with strawberry blonde bangs. I gave her a ukulele that she held face-up in her lap and strummed, steady as a heartbeat. I played gentle guitar chords underneath her sounds, listening for the song she was making, and she sang for twenty minutes straight. She sang no, no no no…
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(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)
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Wow
The end of a long day I wasn’t sure I would get through. Taking the elevator upstairs, head leaning against the wall. A mother and her two kids got in, a small girl and a smaller boy. From the moment they got in and pushed the button, the boy said, “Wowwww.” “Wowwww” as we gently…
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(Source: https://www.youtube.com/)