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my head is pounding as i keep thinking with my heart

Prose

Cracked

​Little One,

I haven’t written anything in a long time. And a part of me mourns that. You fill those empty spots in my day that I used to spend writing. 458 more words

Prose

Just passing by

The night is still, nearly silent. She stands at her window, watching the faint shadows of clouds sail past the inky sky. The rumble of a bus passing by; soft chatter of people walking along the pavement below. 46 more words

Prose

Ezekiel

​lying alone
quiet prayers for a blessing
of fingers and arms interlaced
a whisper tucked in between
two lips pressed together
dissolving into butterflies

Poetry

Empathy

Yesterday I was upset with my son for getting his punctuation wrong. I am always such a bossy mother, telling him to do this, do that, do the next thing. 110 more words

Prose

Dreams

It is twilight. The forest around him is ensconced in a mystical quality that seeps into every vein of moonlight streaking down onto the dusty white ground. 1,358 more words

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