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Heat

When you got Lauryn Hill on the radio, a pen in your hand and a notebook, this is what happens: It’s kinda hard to pinpoint when I first knew something was wrong. Sometimes I think it was just the fact … Continue reading

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Mutation

Our daughters are broken and we’re not trying to fix them. We’ve neglected them like discarded bodies and frames of cars that no longer run. We watch them being dragged by hair on national TV or pushed down stairs or … Continue reading

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The Morning After

The morning sun penetrates the sheer curtains and wakes her up. She stretches, becomes aware of the tight embrace that’s restricting her movements. A wide grin parts her lips. “I didn’t hear you come in.” When she tries to turn … Continue reading

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Heaven

She found Heaven in his eyes so she stripped herself naked and became a planet in his universe. As if by magic – really it was love – everything aligned easily within the shifting of their universe. Love was easy … Continue reading

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Free

She learned silence in the womb of her mother’s screams Becoming invisible wasn’t hard when no one wanted you to exist. She became proficient at making herself small around people she loved because she learned love was quiet & unassuming … Continue reading

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The Phone Call

She thinks, I wonder if her knew before he left. I mean, did he have any idea before he left the house that day. Did he know that he would murder a mother’s soul, an unknowing mother who always knew? … Continue reading

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He Knew. She Knew.

Spring The day she saw him in the park she knew. but don’t all women? He asked to photograph her. Wanted to take her picture. Just one—he pleaded. She paused       not because he was a stranger but because his smile  … Continue reading

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Bitter Fruit

standing on the razor blade of indecision she was afraid to move forward. the past taught her that love was a bitter piece of fruit that grew in a tree up out of her reach. one step forward to grab … Continue reading

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His Tortured Soul

  The headline screamed He was Tortured Before He Was Killed as if though he was tortured his entire life. Somehow the suffering he did when he was alive went unnoticed. No one heard his silent cries. He carried his … Continue reading

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I Wanna Hear a Love Song

Why aren’t any of the love songs actually about love? There are songs about longing to love a woman the way she deserves to be loved & songs about walking away from love but nothing about holding onto love as … Continue reading

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