It’s Not That I Don’t See…

Somewhere, searchers are combing through rubble to find signs of life, or remains, while I fret over the size of my belly, bloated by excess, filled by gluttony. Somewhere, a mother pleas for the return of her child, a daughter stolen, held by authority, while another cries because her toddler’s coiffed appearance fails to win. […]

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Harboring

Memories are boats anchored, idle, awaiting calm – quaint ideals keep them docked, undermine progress never intended to harbour so many secrets – lack a personal compass reliable enough to navigate solo – a necessary tactic to release these boats cluttering my story’s shoreline. (Written for dVerse, whose host Lillian challenges us to write a […]

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