Once there was a king who built a castle of emptiness up in the stars. He could watch the whole world through his telescope, The lives of each and every mortal soul unfolding like a book. Only, the emptiness he kept in his treasure chamber grew day by day, Like a black viscous ooze that…
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The plain honest truth is, We all live afraid Afraid of not being loved, Afraid that being in love will hurt, Afraid we aren’t enough. I used to lock my fears like monsters, Away behind layers of iron doors The slow steady scrape of their claws against steel shivered my bones And when they escaped,…
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There is a peace in the hills I sometimes hear Far away, a silence louder than sound, A wind that touches every hillside with the gentleness of a finger on a beloved face, When I was a child I wandered in that wind, Rejoicing in the far away and lonely places, The silver ripples the…
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Blue petals rain from a sky of flowers, If I can walk all the way up to the sky, Perhaps I can find the sun. They tell me the sun is an all-consuming ball of fire, But I am not ready to be consumed. So I think the sun will appear to me as a…
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It’s been a long time since I wrote. I wonder if the words will come. And yet, in a deep shivery corner of my self, I feel the words are waiting for me, They are standing in the long blue halls of my imagination, wrapped up in cloaks, and ready to spring awake at the…
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Children are praised for their creativity. (“Of course you can be a ballerina, honey! You’re the best dancer in the world!”) Adults are told not to waste time on creative pursuits. (“Remember when I told you that you could be a ballerina? IT WAS A LIE! There are only room for a handful of ballerinas…
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A fable in the style of Rousseau’s fable, “The Origin of Inequality.” Inspired by divisive nature of the social media conversation about misogyny following the Santa Barbara shooting. This story is to prove why the cause of defeating patriarchy should unite us, not divide us. (Trigger warning: rape, violence.) When time had freshly dawned and…
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I live in the ghetto, and even though many people ask “how can you live there?” I really enjoy living there. This poem is about that experience I love you West Oakland.I love this abandoned little park I am sitting in now with the wrappers tossed and grass overgrown everywhereI love how the activists put…
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Once upon a time there was a little kitten named Tuppence, who lived in a hole in the side of a hill. It was a warm cosy hobbit-like hole with a braided rag rug and lots of cosy cushions, but she was all alone. On cold rainy days the kitten would fix herself a cup…
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Hello, Earthlings. I was invited by the lovely lady Willow Becker to join a blog tour for writers to talk about their writing process- you can read her blog tour post here. This is Willow’s bio: “Willow Dawn Becker is a purveyor of words, often very small ones with lots of scary undertones. She dabbles…
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