Gypsies and Pixie Dust I exist therefore I am, mistakes and imperfections one and all. I don’t want to be considered an artist. I want…
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I must get moving I suppose haunted by a past and future, overly cautious and wickedly sentimental. I must walk in the present decked out…
Leave a CommentTo never forget the page. The page carries me when I cannot stand, crouched in fetal position on the bathroom floor. The page dreams the…
Leave a CommentOff The Cuff – Jacqueline Cioffa That’s pain. That’s JOY. That’s courage, baby That’s the high cost and the low maintenance And this is my…
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Sideways Dreams I love it when the clouds swirl and swish about in different directions, knocking angrily against each other in the sky. The clean…
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“Pet Friendly” on Bleeding Ink with Feminine Collective Pet Friendly I am not a patient person and yet, somehow I…
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One Times Four The Cove, there was no other place Georgia wanted to be. She loved summers at the beach with her pops. Georgia pulled…
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I thought the words and thoughts escaped me, but the mind is perpetual movement and the physical change of space a welcome opportunity. Granted it’s…
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I am forced to sit in the unpleasant, unfamiliar silence and hear myself calling. “Lady, so pleased to meet you. Take a load off.…
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Passo dopo Passo I cut the grass. Big whoop dee do. To some this might seem trivial, like why the hell is grass between…
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