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Home is

Home was the pages of a good book Curled up on a  couch Sound off, the world disappearing As I learned what kind of person I wanted to be Home was your blue eyes and quick laugh Touching your neck … Continue reading

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Grow

My mother grew me Hair, bones, teeth and skin Incubating in her stomach Nourishing an idea of a person For nine tender months Until I burst forth Like a hideous, shriveled raisin And became real My mother grew me She gave … Continue reading

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Capital R

I am a deeply Romantic person Note the capital R. I am utter crap at grand gestures I’ll forget birthdays and feel weird bringing Or accepting flowers The words ‘I love you’ Are said clumsily, like a drunk person trying … Continue reading

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What choice is there, really?

I let myself fall for a story I weave the threads together like an insane Choose-your-own-adventure tale Sometimes the path leads to tender gazes, sweet gestures the gentle touch of a hand knowing questions and inside jokes Full of the … Continue reading

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The Bellwether

When I become a walking question mark Things get hazy and unclear And words flutter and fly In fragments and flashes of brightness Only to disappear before I can understand them I become the intimidating blank page Stretching eternally unwilling and … Continue reading

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A tiny, tiny moment

I got the rare and soul-saving pleasure of witnessing a student wake up to something the other day. I’m doing a unit on trade with 7th grade at the moment. This is following study of different religions, different climates and resources, … Continue reading

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Fire

Fear tastes like wet paper Soggy and choking In the back of my throat. Bravery feels like swallowing fire Gasping Scorching my stomach Making my hands tingle I want to be brave like a forest fire Usefully Clearing the brush … Continue reading

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