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I Shall Forget You Presently, My Dear: Cambie/2

One more Edna St. Vincent Millay. Then I promise I’m all done with her for a little while.

So it’s been a busy summer, in the best possible ways. 2,116 more words

Burrow & Sing


We are all storytellers of our own essence: who we are, why things matter to us, and which path we’re taking. While we may not be consciously publishing our autobiographies like celebrated people do, it still is a universal pursuit in our very core. 382 more words

Prose & Poetry

Those evenings

Those bluer evenings, too,
Were Graceful.
How pleasure made acquaintance
In the deeper days with careworn
Art and taciturn condolance.

Those cold bouquets of dusk… 43 more words


I sit by the window
Mad at myself.
They asked me all that ever I loved.
I said your name first
Then my family… 62 more words

Prose Poetry

Every single night

She lends her pen,
to thoughts of him,
that flow from it,
in her solitary.

For she is his poet,
And he is her poetry

— Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure

Prose Poetry

High Point

by Kevin Martin

was in NC
High Point jail
six floors up
right below the women’s
floor and at night

could talk to them through… 119 more words

Flash Fiction

some days I want to be the ocean – wild, vast, unpredictable

others, I want to be the stars in your sky

but most days I am the moon… 6 more words

Self Love