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I was a sailor
The year that I turned 28I tried to be a sailor.The seas were rocky, roiling, roughThe waves cried out “Assail her!“ My ship was new, just christened.It hadn’t yet gone to sea.And yet the ocean had decidedIt wanted to capsize me. So batten down the hatches andHoist all the colors with careOr something, maybe, I…
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Thoughts (2/2)
When I wake up, I’m surprised to see warm lamplight. There’s an off-white ceiling over me, with gold trim. I start to scan down the off-white wall and see a familiar poster. I’m in my dorm room. How did I get here? I try to sit up but the world suddenly tilts at a dangerous…
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Thoughts (1/2)
FOREWORD: I wrote this back in 2017. I had the idea before then but ideas and motivation don’t always come at the same time. When I actually sat down and wrote this out, I was on a Black Mirror kick. I wouldn’t recommend that show if you’re a softie like me. But, if you’re familiar…
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He is lovely
He is lovely.He is the sun, setting over the horizonHe is lovelyHe is the bright, full moon rising He is funnyHe is the smile on my faceHe is charmingHe is showing up all over the place I could stare at that face every dayand not get sick of it.I could listen to that voice every…
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Adventures in Camping
I am part of an online group of writers called The Blue Bird Literary Society. We all met through Twitter and we have monthly meetings where we talk about life and our different writing projects. We also do a variety of writing exercises both before and during the meetings. It’s been lots of fun and…
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Measuring Cup
All my life there have been voices telling me I need to measure upAnd in my mind it’s like I have this glass measuring cupReach this red line, they say, and you’ll have done enoughBut that red line, it lies to meEvery now and then it moves, subtlyThe voices sing their siren songAnd the red…
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As the East is from the West
FOREWORD: This is a short story I posted on a previous blog, back in 2015. I still like it, and in an effort to consolidate (I guess) I’m posting it here too. I once had a friend who described her “Hall of Shame” as the place where she goes in her mind when she remembers…
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Reflections
It’s hard to write a reflection on this year because so much has happened. There was a lot of good, day-to-day, mundane sort of moments. They’re hard to recall because they were not particularly noteworthy as they happened. I know they were there and I appreciate them for what they were. There were also a…
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