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If Winter is Dying, then Writing is Life
This isn’t my usual type of post. I have some thoughts ruminating into a slow boil. Aching about justice & the …
View ArticleA Mother’s Lament {You cannot stop this train. Save yourself.}
These words have leaked out of me, like tears trickling down the crevices of my heart. It’s been an all-consuming …
View ArticleWhat Is a Good Life: A Short Poem
For months now the words have toiled, churning inside me. The black lettering that is absent on the page …
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