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I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

Trigger Warning This review will discuss triggering content explored in Maya Angelou’s book, including childhood abuse and trauma, rape, and racism. This book is a classic for a reason. In I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou does not pull a single punch. She is matter-of-fact when discussing the prejudice and racism inflicted […]

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smthng

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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emeralds and lavender tongues

Dappled emeralds coated decaying pine needles Ninety bones for one night She counted them out Enough for two galaxy viewings One hundred and eighty They thudded against thick stationary paper Fancy “Can I buy a few sheets?” A nod from behind the counter Misplaced whiskers floated in the foreign breeze Forgotten skin drifted in the […]

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a dream out at sea

a maple leaf sits in the center of the churning atlantic yellowed aimless not wondering how it got there not caring where it goes how beautiful it must be to be the only autumn leaf but not know you mean the end

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A Tuesday night in which I am still nothing

My soul is so tired. Like the tree in my front yard that was struck by lightning it creaks in the wind, just barely standing, constantly threatening to fall. It asks me from it’s curled up ball in a dark corner “when can I go home?” and I know it doesn’t mean when are we […]

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NMNM

A single feather lost from a collection of pillows floating across sunbeams buffeted by turrets of dust   dappled in the same sameness of every tomorrow and yesterday   no more wasted invitations no more sighing obligations   no me no more  

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October 13

The sky is deceptively blue today And bugs whine in the Indian summer heat (Is it still an Indian summer if it happens every year?) I woke up late Which is to say I woke up at the same time I always do Which is to say I have no reason to get up in […]

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My depression

My depression settles like a blanket over my head, warm and suffocating and familiar. Some days, it slinks around behind my brain, hiding from the sun of the good days. Other days, it sits in my skull like a stone, daring me to smile, lest it remind me no one cares, no really. Today, it […]

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Rosebush

There is nothing kind about pretending to love someone long after you’ve forgotten what their voice sounds like on sleepy, coffee-scented Sunday mornings. There is nothing authentic about excuses dripping in guilt. You know this. Yet somehow, you’ve decided the rosebush blooming next to your door, the one that caresses your doorstep with blood-red petals even […]

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The World is an Ocean

The world is an ocean but no one told me just how tired these arms could get when the night sky drew overhead like a down blanket embroidered with stars. Trees bend in the wind in the same way I lean against the deafening silence in a train station inhabited only by me and the […]

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