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you & me

Maybe I Am Innocent After All.

When did I lose my innocence? When did the world stop being about discovery and joy? Was it the first time I felt the blame of someone I trusted? Or was it a slow progression of self-doubt and denial of desire? It happens. We are taught that the world is flawed, that we are flawed. We forget  ...

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troublemakers

Dark Am I, Yet Lovely.

And he accused her of wasting his strength away, needing his arms to stand. And he accused her of needing his arms not enough... had he not seen her dancing in a shadow? How was it that she wanted darkness more than him? What if others saw her standing in the shadows? He would be marred -- he  ...

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poetry

Are You Asking Who She Is? {poetry}

Who is she, you ask? You are asking, aren't you? She is the universal, primal Om, she is shanti, shanti, shanti, she is the sound of life revealing, a mountain, a tree unfurling, an eagle soaring, an elephant roaring, as falseness crumbles at her feet.

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fiction

Womb World: A Bedtime Fable For Adults. {fiction}

Somehow, some-when, the world had been reversed, and here she was, alone with the recognition that she, and the rest of civilization, was fastened to the ceiling. If only they could recognize this, together, as a whole, as a human collective, every man, woman, child, forming a thing with fins  ...

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art

Montenegro: A Mother’s Fight For Justice.

There is no system in place for the prevention of violence, and although it might seem that domestic violence generally decreased, it is more likely that fewer people reported crimes because of the lack of help they received, Kaća suspects. Very few actually take advantage of legal aid support,  ...

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troublemakers

An Ode To Solo Diners.

I do have some preferences when it comes to eating out alone, or maybe I should say safe places. Coffee shops are always one of these. Even on Saturday nights, one can get a cup of coffee alone without many stares.

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you & me

Baby, It’s Cold Outside.

When life demands reality, we surrender to a fairy tale others long to live. To soak up kisses along with bills, and memories with chores, to stop and stare and breathe. To inhale a moment with saturated make-believe. Droplets of stardust and snowflakes imprinting on a soul for life.

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