Tag: journal
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Never Alone: A Bloganuary Poem
You don’t need to have groundbreaking ideas every day, but you should find meaning in every moment. Even when poetry is the last thing I can get myself to write, I see it all around me. I see it in the way the power lines on my street look like crosses and in the scent…
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Bloganuary Prompt: Let Go
What is your favorite quote and why? “There’s beauty in the breakdown.” From the time I was about ten years old, Imogen Heap’s lyrics have taken life’s most difficult concepts and translated them in a way that makes sense. The quote above is from an electronic group called Frou Frou, and I listened to every…
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Bloganuary Prompt: Pear Tree
If you could, what year would you time travel to and why? When time travel comes to mind, I think of moments I’d return to rather than specific dates. I would try on feelings and memories again like an old pair of pants that haven’t fit for many years. Maybe I’d return to when I…
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The best-kept secret
Striding toward the sun linked arm in arm, we always dive in headfirst. We’ll make friends with squirrels and fly with birds until it’s time to reset. I’d rather be idle than on the go when he looks so happy here. Because life is simple at its most grand, blessed freedom and mother’s rays.
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the stirrings of something new
Phantom limbs ache far more than wounded flesh. Don’t put trust in the physical, futile things. Linger on silver silhouettes and deep belly whispers. Things most true can’t be seen but felt. Can’t you tell?
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My Big Fat Hollywood Move
A 24-year-old’s last-ditch effort at “following her dreams” with her boyfriend and moving across the country to see it through It’s been a little over a week since I stuffed my possessions into two suitcases, drained myself dry from parting hugs, and transported myself from Boston to Los Angeles where my boyfriend Rich and our…
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Surface Tension
He held me on the sidewalk while bodies passed, dodging us like we were delicate birds in the middle of the road. I stained his jacket like the rain looming above our heads threatened to stain the city. We had been here before. Me grieving a loss of something I’d never had. Him towering over…
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Wasting Away
If only I could puke me out. When I was done carving out my insides I’d watch the ugly colorless excrement squirm on the floor. ______________________________________________________________________________ No need to kill it. It’ll just die starving, waiting for nourishment like a newborn – reaching out for hands. ______________________________________________________________________________ We’re all put off by our own vomit,…
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Is There a Right Way to Argue?
Stubbornness. I’m right, you’re wrong. You lose, I win. The classic draw between two; a never-ending battle to the death. We’re all familiar with this game, and though we play it more when we’re young, it never fully goes away. Take a look at the political climate we’re facing right now. These are adults we’re…
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Chasing Magic in São Miguel
I recently traveled to the Azores, back to the island I was born on for the first time alone since we immigrated to the U.S when I was four. I had visited a couple of times in the past with my parents and friends, each time as exhilarating as it was absolute chaos. We were always spread…
Spiral Alchemy 