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  • We were mermaids

    We were mermaids

    The girls had to swim out from the island to another smaller island to save a boat. We expertly grabbed the floating rope and somehow maneuvered it, coaxing the boat to miss the shoals beneath. We secured it and swam back to the main island. We were praised for our good job and then awarded…

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  • Forgetting


    I need help. I am somewhere I shouldn’t be. I need to be somewhere else. Time is ticking. How can I get there? There are endless things to gather, people to ask, and finding the way. So much effort. Exhaustion. Almost there. Just up the hill. I’m going to make it. Not on time, but…

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  • Irregular


    There’s nothing exciting about regular, usual, and normal. But add -ir, -un, or -ab, and suddenly a heartrate becomes concerning, a mole needs to be watched, and a relationship is questionable. There’s nothing regular, usual, or normal about these prefixes; each means ‘not,’ but none are the same. irregular, irusual, irnormal unregular, unusual, unnormal abregular,…

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  • Bear


    It’s back. But this time is different. I’m still acutely aware of the power of this great wild giant, but it isn’t after me. We find a place on the floor, and it rubs its body along the length of mine. I’m careful to avoid its massive claws, but know that any injury would be…

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  • Dreams of murder

    Dreams of murder

    We are on the docks and they’re coming. They’re climbing up from the water, they’re running towards us on the dock, they have knives, they look angry, but I’m standing confident in place. I know I’m bigger and stronger than each of them individually. I grab one by the legs and whip his body against…

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  • Long ago

    Long ago

    It built and built, for years and years, The coveted thing, held back by fears Of ruining friendship, of being exposed Of giving in and then everyone knows. But one lonely summer, where beginning had sparked A forbidden act, under stars in the dark Reckless and steamy, selfish and wrong, We gave in to the…

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  • What feels like a gift?

    What feels like a gift?

    Waking up on a Saturday morning without any plans A kiss on the lips that lingers longer than expected Savasana Realizing there’s an extra day available to get something done Gifting something to someone for no reason Truly seeing someone Being heard by someone A tiny hand slipping into mine and realizing those slips won’t…

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  • We believe you

    We believe you

    Words presented as truth: bare, exposed, and vulnerable. Then, words accepted as versions of truth: twisted, reframed, and covered. And still, when they are both read, the bugs are wiped from the windshield, and what remains on the glass are more bare truths than gutting versions. And then, with the sun shining through, the bare…

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  • Love


    At night, he lets me go first in the bathroom to brush my teeth. While I’m in there, he lies on my side of the bed, reading and waiting, warming it so I’m not cold when I get in. He does the cold and stinky jobs and thanks me for doing the warm ones. He…

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  • Why did they pick you?

    Why did they pick you?

    You were nominated. This isn’t a presentation. It’s not an interview. We just want to get to know you… (from scratch until now, in one hour or less. Don’t worry about our stories of profound transformation). Just tell us about your becoming. And also, tell us, why did they pick you? We’re just curious about…

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  • Another morning

    Another morning

    The flashing light signaled 6am on his alarm clock. His son, Ethan, was already awake and reading a book about parrots from Guatemala (or some far away place on the globe). Ethan wasn’t like most kids. On a scale of uniqueness, Ethan was a snowflake – definitely one of a kind. “Good morning,” he whispered…

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  • on the rocks

    on the rocks

    consumed on the rocks when sun sets on Georgian Bayutopia is Written for Bloganuary prompt 31: Where is the best place to watch a sunset near you?

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  • Song Title Chapters of My Life

    Song Title Chapters of My Life

    Written for Bloganuary prompt 30: What would you title the chapters of your autobiography?

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  • I’m tired.

    I’m tired.

    I am in a season of my life that is exhausting. It’s a constant state of learning and growth, and I want to curl into a ball, avoid it all, and go to sleep. I mean, as a kid, there was continuous learning, and as a teenager, and in my twenties and thirties… okay, so…

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  • I don’t like cake.

    I don’t like cake.

    Perfect Birthday Cake INGREDIENTS CAKE: Topping: Written for Bloganguary prompt 28: Describe your perfect birthday cake.

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