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An open letter about the quiet nature of my emotional abuse.

Repeated attempts to talk this mess out has gone ignored. I could try to write it all out again one more time. Many times, I have reached for the phone and put it down because I am so afraid of you. 3,232 more words


Rebecca Solnit

But sadness is also beautiful, maybe because it rings so true and goes so deep, because it is about the distances in our lives, the things we lose, the abyss between what the lover and the beloved want and imagine and understand that may widen to become unbridgeable at any moment, the distance between the hope at the outset and the eventual outcome, the journeys we have to travel, including the last one out of being and on past becoming into the unimaginable: the moth flown into the pure dark. 13 more words


Tanka 31

Overconfident –
I would rather be that than
Lacking confidence –
Best to be realistic
As much as possible, though



Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion. 87 more words


Haiku 090

Still living like a student 
Despite earning the
Wage of a teacher



Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion. 45 more words


E Papa Waiari (Uncle Waiari)

“Again!” Said Mrs. Biesen.

We all groaned, raised our sticks to ready position and the record player began again.

Maku e kaute Ō hīkoitanga
Māku e kaute Ō hīkoitanga… 810 more words


Sylvester (Volume 2)

I woke up the next morning with a headache, which told me that I’d drunk a lot.  Also there was an empty bottle of vodka on the kitchen table and my mom was passed out on the couch, so those were more clues.  2,571 more words

Andrew Halter

Jhamsingh and breaking

He was a princely cavalry man,with a fine mustache and a keen sense of humor . He went to buy horses and used the money to build a house for God. 135 more words