Impractical Imagination

Left brain. Right brain. A delicate balance. A left-handed Gemini; no stranger to controversy, but I can’t take sides. I dart back and forth regularly between a practical reality, where I must live, and the fractured imagination where I want to be. And I, a dreamer, know this. We all dream, of course we do; […]

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Between The Covers

Don’t look for me amidst words I write between the lines or in the night. My handwriting always rough at best, the journal is a daily test not to myself, as much as time. The pages stained, the thoughts are mine. Coffee spills or drops of rain, tears in certain places, among streaks of blood […]

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Like This Day

Sixteen times per minute, twenty-two thousand breaths in a day. No time like the present. There are no other excuses, but there are always other ways. Breathe. Choose today to speak up when you can, push out the latent sorrow, guilt, and anguish only you can understand. Inhale. There is no life, no oxygen, like […]

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