stories over stuff

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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...

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NaPoWriMo – Day One

I crumple at the sound of my voice my words hardly my own as I stumble over old lies, ones I’ve told before. It’s grating on me now pulling tight at my skin. I speak in broken dirges as a...

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Poetry: Pharmacy Blues

We deal in death it walks through the doors in the shadows of the old sometimes staying and circling around the aisles and our thoughts before leaving with another. It is rarely committed to just one, always fleeting, flitting between...