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Pair Of Black Boots
In 2015, I spent two weeks traveling between Portland, Oregon, and Seattle, Washington, trying to decide which city felt more like home and where I could envision raising my kids. At thirty-six, I was more than ready to leave the bubble I had been raised in, even if I had no real way of grasping…
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The Chop
Ti, Norma, and I were relaxing on the deck of Norma’s summer home on Martha’s Vineyard. A huge floppy hat was planted firmly over my bad hair day – – too much humidity, too much kink, and too much hair. It was truce time between my hair and me. Ti looked at me and said,…
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Must Love
Every time a reel pops up in my social media feed showing a beleaguered and exhausted mother trying to calm a child, my heart breaks a little. By now, it must be frosted over with cracks from all the times I’ve involuntarily witnessed such vulnerability and struggle. To clarify, I’m not talking about little brats…
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Coffee Shop Love
“Not now, Paige shouts!” She really wanted to say more choice words! It was freezing out, typical November weather for Piedmont. She gets out to look; just as she suspected, the tire was flat. Great, it was dark and icy. A perfect murder slasher film in the making, she thought. She pulls out her phone…
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Christmas Anniversary
Amelia sat at the small wooden table in their kitchen enjoying the comforting smell of the turkey and ham that had been roasting in the oven since six that morning. She watched her husband Bennett with fascination as he searched for something. “What are you searching for, dear?” she asked after finishing some toast. Bennett…
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Parallel Universe
Description: A prose poem about the burnout of a “successful” love story. It explores what happens when you fight the whole world to stay with someone, win, and then realize the victory feels more like a gilded cage. It weaves that exhaustion together with a daydream about a parallel reality where walking away early was…
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Fragments Of Myself
I lost fragments of myself, No, it’s my inner child She just needs help She cries and yelps About how she is done. She is infuriated with the lies She had been fed as a child About how he was a good man He just needed time And space that kept her at arm’s length.…
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In The Cards
One of the most taboo hobbies I’ve dabbled in was tarot cards. The seemingly harmless card deck has been frowned upon due to its fortune-telling properties and occultist imagery. I am not an avid reader even though I do have my own deck, but I use it for a reason. A friend introduced me to…
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November 2026 Issue 10 Volume 1
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Mentally
Mentally I am digging through a grave Looking for remains Of a person who decayed Decades of decent years ago. I dig through this grave That I shall later lay on My head is misted, so I erase the thought And let shovel and nails dig through for even a skeleton. Mentally I am dragging…
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The “What If?” Game
I love games. Any type of game, I’m down to play. You want to play UNO? Sure! Sign me up and prepare for tables to possibly be flipped over after I hit you with the combo I like to call “reverse, skip, and pick up four…loser! “And, yes, I am dabbing after I eloquently say…
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Dreams
When you wake on the morn, Find me woven in your day. I’m the one on my knees praying to God, For welfare every day. I’m that whisper in your head, Urging you not to give up, Cause quitting is never an option for a winner. That sudden strength you feel when doubts arise, It…
