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Progression of a writer; Day 26

In response to a poet…   And so she approaches. Get ready! Steel your nerves.   You are both sun children, but her brightness is blinding, her following shadow deadly.   Nowhere to run, no where to hide. Back pushed against a wall of glass. Ready to buckle, ready to shatter you into peices. But it […]

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Friday

You wake up thirty minutes later than usual. It’s Friday, life is good, and the morning is here! The dishes in the sink aren’t a hassle to clean, their chatter as they are washed and stacked mingle together with the songs of sparrows outside the window. They seem ever excited for the new day and […]

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Catching Inspiration

This is not my language. I write words, and my heart aches for their blindness, their ineptitude. Foolishly I have gone on a journey without lantern or map. Selfishly I seek significance in the darkness, reaching out for tendrils, a line to grasp onto, a hook to draw me to the surface. But I am them […]

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Progress of a writer; Day 23

Have you ever gripped a pen, having its blackened tip just above an empty page? I have spent eons at that precipice, countless thoughts and ideas being thrown over the edge in uncertainty, feeling each unworthy to be made permanent upon the page. So now I simply reflect that there is little else to write about but this […]

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Progression of a writer; Day 22

Another season expires, its warmth fading as the soft whispers of winter’s approach. Fall for me is a season of inhalation. A time of year of observation and reflection. We take in the world in a state of change, watching the colors of leaves change like blood filled with new air, turned red. The chilling air […]

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Behind the Curtain

“I can’t see her face“, I thought. Just the end of a fair skinned nose. The only exposed piece of flesh against the curtain of beautiful hair, blood red. Her clothes were black. She was a mystery and I was attracted to it. But with a jerk of the head, the curtain moved. She raised […]

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