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Understanding

When realization comes, it’s a flood, the red tide that is at once both loss and renewal, depending upon whose shores the waves break. No tags for this post.

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  1. John Panian says:

    And sometimes both these waves break upon the same shore….

    Thanks for this.

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Some Other Girl

I am 5,and a boy in my kindergarten classpulls his pants down in front of mein the shared classroom toilet.“You should lick it,” he says,demanding,shaking himself in front of me.“That’s what girls are for.” I am 10,away from home for … Continue reading

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  1. araneus1 says:

    Sadly, this probably isn’t fiction, somewhere, everywhere. Makes me sad and mad. But sad and mad don’t improve things — don’t make males more aware — don’t make females more aware, more determined that their sons will be better men.
    Powerfully written and I wish it didn’t make me sad and mad.
    Terry

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    This broke me.

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Are we there yet?

dark things swim below the surfacedark fish under dark watersilverscale shining now and thenan ideaa memorybut they too stir up the murkturn the water turbidmake what was clear something elsesomething lesssomething more leaving me with more questionsthan answersmore ruinthan creation … Continue reading

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  1. I really liked this line:

    “what am I if the sound of cats claws on hardwood floors
    can bring the warmth of sleeping sunshine”

    And I loved the last lines, and the entire first stanza.

    Really I liked all of it. A lot.

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Anti/mimesis

I consume what I have created,Saturn devouring his son,and then cry at what I have wrought,skrik.Time and space pin me to the spot, above my headthe starry night.And sometimes all I am is a glove for someone else’s hunger,a soft … Continue reading

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  1. araneus1 says:

    “And sometimes all I am is a glove for someone else’s hunger,
    a soft self portrait, with grilled bacon.”

    Love that sentence.

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I believe you/them/mostly me

EVERYTHINGWASONFIRETHATNIGHT and all I can remember is this: You’re one of the best brightest spots How odd to know they will come for meI have no doubtsbut alsoI have no regrets No tags for this post.

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