Tag: personal
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A Guy and a Gal in Galway (Part 1)
A vibrant tale about a couples’ first adventure abroad in a city where the Guinness flows like water and the locals are as friendly as the sheep On May 2nd 2018, my boyfriend, Richard, and I embarked on our first adventure abroad together to Galway, Ireland. Where my anxious brain might’ve expected drunken arguments in…
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Tarot Thursday: Lessons From The Deck
What better way to reflect on a tarot card about misgivings and failure than to set off in a completely new direction that could also end in failure? Failure that at the very least will get published on Thursdays in the future for a catchy title’s sake. Hello my readers, if there are any of…
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Losing My Stand-Up Virginity
I attended my first ever stand-up comedy show with my boyfriend last week. As a self-proclaimed empath, the probability that I’d have to sit through watching at least one or a handful of comedians bomb made me uncomfortable to the say the least. The same kind of uncomfortable that overcame me during a middle school…
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Luminescence
I don’t believe in God, but sometimes I talk to the Moon. If I’m alone and listen carefully, it whispers to me. I usually begin with a question. “Am I going to be okay?” You’ll see, with time. Deep breath in “But will I be happy?” I hope so. Exhale Never a concrete answer At…
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Kitty
I spent my first five-dollar bill on a stuffed kitten. We had just moved to The States and were rummaging through the toy aisle at Target when Papa slipped me some cash. “Pick something special to bring home.” On my quest, I spotted a striped orange cat with almond eyes and clear plastic whiskers poking…
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Ode to Rose
I pull back my hair with your raisin clip as you waltz in and out of rooms Only you can paint with olive oil on Sunday morning “Can I help with anything?” Fine sesame hair, freckled skin that smells like sunrise Your broken nail clings to my hair during braiding time It’s only 7…
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Kitty
I spent my first five dollar bill on you. I held your striped paw in one hand and gripped Papa’s calloused finger in the other. Sometimes you were “she”, sometimes “he”, “it” even. I named you Ashley for a day after watching an Olsen twins film. That didn’t suit you at all. Sorry for smothering…
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Monte Verde
Let’s race like our Spy Kids days through the wasted masses Tequila threatens my insides as the bass collapses Our family’s far behind us We’re dancing in a cloud Marlboro smoke and gold confetti Am I thinking out loud? Weaving past stumbling bodies My insides are crawling out Outside the celestial labyrinth tequila…
Spiral Alchemy 