Category: Writing

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NaPoWriMo – Day 9

Every movement of my mind, every shift of my senses aches. It’s been taken from me every molecule of madness gone. I had more, had something but I let it slip away somehow. The reasons are elusive so I’ll never...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 8

I write poetry late at night in broken verse with broken words without any source of light. I write poetry in the middle of the day scribbled on scrap paper because I’ve something to say. I write poetry you’ll never...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 6

She doesn’t spend the night. I never see her sleep, I see her make love and have sex, drink and drown in wine and wanting but she never spends the night. I never see her sleep. I sleep. I sleep...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 5

It eats away at her the strain of it and I’m losing her to the stress of it and I wonder if there is any truth to it, to that doubt she’s feeling. We’ll manage I tell her we often...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 4

Based on a true story… My cats eat peas. My cats eat peas and chase them across the floor. My cats eat peas and chase them across the floor with a snap and growl as they devour them all. My...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 3

She presses, deep enough to bruise but not scar. She pushes, far enough to falter but not fall. I help her up again. Time after time. I warm her, deep to the core. I warn her, not to go too...

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NaPoWriMo – Day 2

I am a bad example for your babies the people I do not bring into this world who look at me like I should do better. Like everyone knows what I should be. I am standing at the counter being...