storytelling
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Wet memories
Oceans forget. The lakes remember. Yesterday’s warm moons and cold depths. Today is their ever morrow, the day after before. Lakes will not tell you of now. When they echo back yesterday. They will remind you of the ebbs and flows Of suns and clouds of days passed. Lay in a lake to feel the…
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Don’t fight the ocean
Let me lie my body beside her in the ocean. A stumbling heavy sway crashing me to my knees. She holds me, she holds me, she holds me Let me rest for a little while, curled at the bottom of the sea, close my eyes. She holds me, she holds me, she holds me. “I’ve…
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Mini Wheats (original)
The week my mom went to three funerals, we ate mini wheats (original) for every meal. I was 12 and feeling the heavy air of questions I couldn’t ask while a Costco sized box ceremoniously went in and out of the cupboard, performatively stored away like this was our last time. I’m now 28. I’m…





