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Emerge
Hiding under the bed, I became used to dust bunnies in my nostrils, and weird shiny bits of paper occasionally floating by me. Still, it was generally warm and, the main point of being there, quiet. O… more →
Complicity
Emerge
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bohemienne wrote 1 year ago: Hiding under the bed, I became used to dust bunnies in my nostrils, and weird shiny bits of paper oc … more →
Write It Out!
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bohemienne wrote 2 years ago: I wake up with a low rumbling at the edge of my consciousness. I’m not immediately certain whe … more →
Border Security
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bohemienne wrote 2 years ago: The first impression is that there are no limits. All seems to be open and wild and free. You may ro … more →
Surrounded by twits...
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bohemienne wrote 2 years ago: Dear Clueless One, Here’s a secret. If you like me, if you want to impress me… learn to … more →
And while we're at it...
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bohemienne wrote 2 years ago: Dear Self-Centred Egotistical Pricks, Get over yourselves. Sincerely determined to remain free of yo … more →
An open letter to all the fuckwits in my life...
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bohemienne wrote 2 years ago: Dear Fuckwits, Enough already. Yours very sincerely, more sincerely than you can possibly imagine, B … more →
Another Excuse Not to Write
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bohemienne wrote 2 years ago: First is the visual. I see sparks, or maybe sparkles. I’m not quite sure which it is, but it o … more →
Battle Fatigue
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bohemienne wrote 2 years ago: I return from the field with the spoils of war in hand, blood-spattered but head held high. My tight … more →
War Zone
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bohemienne wrote 2 years ago: We pretend not to be at war. We wear our mufti, and keep our camouflage well hidden at the back of o … more →
Real
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bohemienne wrote 2 years ago: On my end, the words appear on the white background, one letter at a time, staccato, clicking, high … more →
The Distance
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bohemienne wrote 2 years ago: There is a distance, a number of inches, of miles, of kilometres, of light years, that is the limit … more →
Compulsion
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melograna wrote 2 years ago: We walk on eggshells, here. We tiptoe over the fragile, crushable egos and self-esteem of all our fe … more →
"We Only Like the Pretty Things"
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bohemienne wrote 2 years ago: Party Invitation From: Me To: You Please do come to my party. I shall be, I am, the centre of attent … more →
Artificial Lighting
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bohemienne wrote 2 years ago: I will not, will not look for you. You can stand in the middle of the brightly and uniformly lit roo … more →
Playground
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bohemienne wrote 2 years ago: Just for now, please… just… let me be. I’m okay, sitting way over here, knees hunc … more →
Almost out of sight
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melograna wrote 2 years ago: Don’t look at it directly. You know if you do you can’t have it, don’t you? It … more →
Invisible Battle Lines
bohemienne wrote 2 years ago: I keep stumbling over them, but I choose not to see. I would fight your battle… I would even t … more →
Combat
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melograna wrote 2 years ago: It says in my notebook: “War must be fought amongst combatants, not civilians”, and you … more →
Look
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melograna wrote 2 years ago: We don’t look at other people’s faces much, here. Maybe a glance at the body, and then s … more →
