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the moon, the mud and the inside of a coffee mug.
Sometime ago I googled if we, us, everyone, was experiencing Mercury Retrograde or did it only show up at my door. Winter was ending and the ocean on the horizon was gradually turning a deeper blue. A finger on light switch turning down the brightness. It is March, I will be different. I woke up…
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She reads a quote that says, “It’s in vain to recall the past, unless it works some influence upon the present” and then starts to have past regrets.
Let’s not write a blog about the new year. Let’s not talk about how I have grand goals of being sober for the year. Let’s not tell the audience how we are committing ourselves back to God. How we swear we will no longer hit the snooze button when the alarm clock goes off. Let’s…
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An Excerpt of Thought.
The first time. Church bells were ringing in the distance. The church bells were always ringing. Every hour. Every half hour. White noise to us. His lips touched mine and they tasted like Fanta. A soda bubble rested on my lip as he pulled back from me. The ringing of the bells rocked the air…
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The sense of nothing 