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I am searching for something that doesn’t exist a secret that lives somewhere between dusk and “I miss you” hidden in that small voice in the back of your head that whispers “you’re missing something” or “what have you forgotten?” an unexplored part of the pacific or the atlantic or something in between I never […]

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For You, For Keeps

The writer sits in her designated writing spot. Well, her new designated writing spot. She’s had three in the last year, but a change of scenery is supposed to be a good thing for the mind. The backspace key is worn, rickety on its plastic arms, waiting to fall off at just the wrong time. […]

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Passing Like the Seasons

I haven’t heard your voice for four days. It’s less than a week, I know, but it feels like a lifetime of breathing in sawdust from the wood I have fashioned into new bones for myself. You’re finally home after four days. It’s less than a week, I know, but four days will turn into […]

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Airplanes

My teeth are cemented together but the breeze slides through them like a man’s fingers through his lover’s hair, begging to know her as only long-distance lovers can. The wind traces a cool finger across my skin, kissing my jumping jugular with lips that are thousands of miles away, creating in me a longing that […]

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