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Fairytale

When my interest in boys began
I shared my fairytale with Mom
She smiled like a movie star, then said,
“Sweetheart, your time will come” 42 more words

Poetry

A Dream of Reality

Closing my eyes, I was in the restroom

Washing my face and the blood in my palms

I killed someone, glaring at the gun on the floor… 487 more words

Poetry

The Monsoon, Now Gone

For three months, the monsoon, now gone, was an
indulgent elder, pretending to listen to me while arm

wrestling with an impotent sun, the spot where we… 156 more words

Poetry

Suicide Loss Suvivor: Suicide Awareness Month

What made us friends? Our music taste, our love for the arts and fashion, and our love of Finland. I was lucky enough to find another person who was as obsessed with things Finnish as I was.  196 more words

The Old Barbershop

Perhaps the only regret I ever harboured about having two daughters and no sons was that I couldn’t take them with me to the old barbershop.  887 more words

Remembering

Remembering

I am remembering.

I am reminded, little signs indicating I am aligned.

I forgot. For a very long time and also for really no time at all. 146 more words

Breathe

Saturday Song: Joy to the World by Three Dog Night

When I was in the fourth grade, I fell in love with a third grader named Brett Claytor. You can read more here. As I mentioned in that post, Brett and I performed for a school talent show. 76 more words

Abbie Johnson Taylor