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I’m mad at you for thinking that you never broke my heart. Every time you weren’t excited for me broke my heart. Every time you weren’t proud of me made loving you painful. When I fought for more and you shut me down, it made me love myself less. I wanted to love through and…

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A Chance

She was born into a family of cursed women. It couldn’t be seen from far away. Up close, it was there. The curse. You could see it in their eyes.   It was like a fever. A hot, painful glare deep in their amber eyes. The collective memory of their mothers mothers, perhaps, tainted them…

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Of Mother and Men

When Amy was six years old she knew her mother was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her long blonde hair, her petite figure, her attention getting smile; all of them Amy admired. She never understood, however, why her mother sought the attention of men. She also never understood the illusive pattern of said…

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Falling Sand

Sand beneath my feet.  It’s warm, and I can feel the sun on my skin.  The glass is smooth, featureless, but cloudy, the outside world obscured.  I walk the small space allotted me, bare feet leaving a circle of impressions.  My hourly circuit, always the same and never-ending.  When I tire of the monotony, I…

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Hidden

Loving you sucks. You don’t try to get better, because you love being sick. It gives you an alibi, a reason, an excuse. Your imagined diagnosis gives you comfort. You warm yourself with it at night and curl up by it on cold days. It’s not your fault. It’s never your fault. You’re broken and anything you do will automatically be forgiven…

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You Are Toxic, My Love

I am passion ignited, atoms colliding, the gravitational tilt of your world off its axis, emotions divided, senses excited,
sex in the flesh, love unrequited, the thrill of an addict filling a void that’s only expanding, an assorted bouquet of collective madness, waiting for someone to wrangle my chaos…

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We Are The Theodicy 3

*If you would like to accompany this piece with music, scroll to the bottom and press play on the Soundcloud player.  Art is my explanation for life within the mystery. We are emerging fiction. The artist? An order of being beyond sense, measure, and description. There is a melody to it all, a song behind…

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We are the Theodicy 2

*If you would like to accompany this piece with music, scroll to the bottom and press play on the Soundcloud player.  What does this mean to our lives? The realization of dreams require the suppression and extermination of not only nightmares but other dreams. No matter how gentle the weapons of choice may appear, they…

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We are the Theodicy

  *If you would like to accompany this piece with music, scroll to the bottom and press play on the Soundcloud player.  Suffering is the consequence of motion. What do you think happens when countless bodies move in every direction in an infinite space? Collisions occur where larger bodies consume, destroy, and come to control…

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Midnight

It was supposed to be you.   Champagne. Twinkling lights. A new red dress. You and me. Instead I find myself looking into his deep green eyes instead of your warm brown ones on New Year’s Eve. The clock seems to go forward and back. He looks at me the way you were supposed to.…

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