I search for yesterdays and tomorrows
because today is too hard to hold.
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The moon lifts off the tree’s muddy bark, pushing through foliage, on its way home. It has been away too long, it thinks as it moves back to position
One of the winning essays in NOWW’s Postcard Story Challenge. Before the red ribbon, I would press the snooze button once, maybe twice, then shower, dress, and eat breakfast: toast & peanut butter, orange juice.
count the questions/countless questions/silence falls/from tongues
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I married the wrong brother./This is what my grandmother said to me./I married the wrong brother, see./We met, my girlfriend and me
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