No Words

by Adela Wilcox Sometimes there are no words. Nothing comes out right, because we don’t know how to package it. It’s okay. The package doesn’t have to be perfect. Whatever the package can’t hold is of no use to you anyway. Anything so brittle that can’t be held by the strength of tears isn’t worthy […]

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You Taught Me To Look

Where are you now Mr. J? Far too long since we last spoke, decades really, and even then it was only in passing. Before that there were issues, disagreements and criticism; perhaps even disrespect from both sides. It wasn’t always like that. Years earlier, I was a teenager lost in the reality of high school, […]

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