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I lay my heart before you...all the chambers, the hidden parts, the parts that have nuanced their way in to words....my offering is to witness my experience...really, I write to remember that which I so easily deny, to see myself and to believe what happened...I write to remember what happened, to understand what is and to remind myself of possibility....I write to save my life. I write to save the life memories of those who came before... manifested in the blood ink of my pen |
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Move On I saw her standing there, most unnaturally on concrete and something in me told me to help her get back to nature. |
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Flow When I am in my flow, I give and receive love from random strangers who don't seem so random... |
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The Blessing I said, "I feel like God is calling me to be a writer, momma." Sometimes she is there and sometimes she is not. |
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Mistaken Life Jacket I threw her a rope, again and again. She was exhausted from navigating her waters and finally reached for me. |
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Slayter Early, I knew money was energy, but when he asked me for money, I knew that I wished the energy... |
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