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It’s like a white plate. Soiled and you try to wash it afloat with suds of soap and rinse repeatedly at the sink.  Letting it dry and wait until the film of water subsides down into its gleamy surface. You try to contain the glister.  The immaculateness of being  unbroken, unsplintered.  Fragile.   It’s like [...]

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This man’s bohemian and the weird symphonies- the whining of fan blades; the sharp screams of children vibrating on the window pane; and the crackling sound of my bones tired of standing up, shuffling back and forth turning to see the bed tempting me to lay down, get lazy and do nothing.   And the [...]

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Forever seems a word unspoken upon seeing the herd of caribou silently crossing an ancient pathway under the pearly moon.   The soft glistening flutter of misty light on the river finding its way to the sea. Reflecting the stars painted on the sky like little eyes- all knowing since the beginning of time.   [...]

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She took out a folded piece of paper from her pocket. A handwritten note she would read again. Then say, “He loved me and I still believe”. “He is from Oregon, an American”.   She hid this keepsake along with a photograph.  Of a white man smiling, in uniform, besides a military truck. Her fingers [...]

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His face is a map of caravan years, weathering the desert sun and the seasonal flood by the riverbank which brings in salt for a modest living.   As the sand windblown and collected in the seams of his linen turban, anxiety constantly snake through the mazes of his troubled mind.   He needed money. [...]

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I wonder how silent the trees are under the canopy of the rainforest, waiting for the old wood- giving way a piece of heaven for the young to claim a space. That’s how we are.   The rules reign supreme in this cycle- a jungle called life. They are the ones who had been there [...]

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Please don’t make promises you wouldn’t keep. As I am trying to feel   the traces of the past deep in the crevices of my wounded heart. You never know how   words linger in the precipice of hope I am searching the many mornings   rising to find, and wait for the sunlight dying [...]

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