death
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Remembering Anna Celia Jimenez
If I could leave flowers at your feet right now, I would. I wish I could’ve talked to you more about deathand how it felt to stare her in the eyes while those around you avoided eye contact. I wish I was drinking Bustelo right now. I wish I was…
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It’s His grace that’s been placed on my head
It’s His grace that’s been placed on my headIt’s His grace that’s been placed on my headOh Bhagavan it’s your grace that’s been placed Up on my head Again and againYour grace has been placed on my… Sam Garrett – Grace The night begins to fall and I try to…
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It’s an early Wednesday
And I almost already forgotten what I committed myself to. Write every day. Write every day. It’s freezing outside while I watch the sun rise in front of me. The mist of my breath steams out of my mask. Where’s the damn bus? It’s Wednesday and my boss wants me…
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I vow to write everyday
If a writer writes everyday, then that’s exactly what I’ll do. How do I expect to get anywhere with nothing to show for? It’s Tuesday today, and I’m stepping into who I will become. It seems every moment that passes me these past few days all I can think of…
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I saw my boyfriend’s dad for the last time
I saw my boyfriend’s dad for the last time this weekend on terms I wish I didn’t. I wish it was My Love & I taking a trip somewhere, saying goodbye. Or us sending his parents off on a vacation to enjoy their time away from their day to day…