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Posted on February 3, 2012 at 7:06am 0 Comments 0 Likes
I think of all the hours she spent, holding me as I trembled and tried to talk about what had happened to me. She smelled like Tide detergent and although she hadn't had her coffee yet, she held me close the way my mother could never manage, soft and strong and soothing and challenging all at once. She took in all the darkness and told me she loved me still.
Posted on January 4, 2012 at 8:50am 0 Comments 0 Likes
My new years resolution 2012 was
Speak the Truth
(and the Truth will set you free)
and my bones ache with the need
to tell it all
to tell it clear and loud
but what if I speak
and no one hears
does it wither like a dream denied
what if I speak
truly, but truly
no one wants to know
is this truth too…
ContinuePosted on December 30, 2011 at 1:08am 0 Comments 0 Likes
Dreaming of walking into the woods
Barefoot
Stumbling over roots and dirt and branches
Silent
Dark of night with stars and leaves and tiny spiders
Alone
Rough bark for touching but none for eating
Lost
in the forest
Falling
in the forest
Dark of night with nothing and no-one and never
waking up…
ContinuePosted on September 27, 2011 at 12:23am 0 Comments 0 Likes
Just finished this and my thoughts are: Excellent! Wish I'd known there was going to be a little author's note about each story. They were all grouped together at the end of the book but I'd have liked to read them directly after finishing each story. Also: what did I study in college? Literature? Why weren't we reading THIS? Sci-fi is not lit? I think it is. Also, it's the most open field for new authors, which most lit. majors wanted to be. Authors, that is, not necessarily sci-fi… Continue
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