“I have a theory for why time seems to speed up the older we get,” says Felix. We’re sitting in a little coffee shop. It’s charming. Cozy. It owes nothing to Starbucks. Felix and I are drinking some random house-special concoctions; this is before we became wary of putting sugar in our bodies. I take a sip, savoring the…
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Why Short Hair Makes Me Feel Powerful
I have had long hair for most of my life. I was one of those young girls who had tresses down to their butt in grade school. Ponytails gave me headaches because of how heavy they were. I didn’t care. To me, long hair was the goal. Tragedy struck in middle grade. I was talked into a short, curly…
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The Studio
Lyrics contain poetry We know this; listen But underneath the words The heartbeat That’s the shit I live for If my body can’t help but move Love’s gonna find me again Dancing in that studio The night hot, alive A heaving breathing thing Sweat dripping down my back To Magenta neon blue – Sara Myriad Note: Today I saw…
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A Whim, A Whim, A Whim
Unapologetic in her pleasures Selecting them like flowers Like clouds puffed away; an exhale Ecstasy A whim, a whim, a whim No need to compare to others No such thing as betters Just different talents; inspiration Learning More, and more, and more No greater joy than growing No greater triumph than knowing Tomorrow could the best; believe it Hoping…
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Please God, Let Me be Great at Something
Assembling images, constructing themes Why won’t the words come when I’m proving a point? I prefer my rage with a pen’s edge Knives are for posers Resorting to blood Instead of destroying the mind. Don’t they know The mind bleeds more? So I write my anger and I do puzzles Clicking pieces together Why can’t my brain click into…
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Reinvention
I encountered someone recently who had reinvented herself. I was back on Instagram for a couple of weeks to scratch an itch. As I was scrolling and liking posts, I saw an artist I wasn’t familiar with. “Huh,” I said to myself, “This color palette is very similar to another artist I already follow. Come to think of it,…
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I Wonder What the Lyrics Were
I was young and didn’t know how to love. I thought love came via obsession If I was tearing my hair out, waiting For that validation For being acknowledged. Wanted. I never could accept I was enough, so I pushed away Destroyed gifts When I found out they cheated, Ecstasy poured through me; I never listened to that stupid…
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Withered Pages
Do the words dry up With the passing of time and forming of wrinkles My bones getting weaker As my joints sing new songs? Are they linked to me like the veins in my body The pounds gathered from many rich meals With those I love? My brain fires new thoughts, not all of them nice Days wasted away…
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Year of Patience
This time of year just feels like a free fall, doesn’t it? Like you’ve stepped off the edge of a mountain, and you’re careening down, praying you don’t hit a snow-capped tree. I thought October went by quickly, but November bested its sibling. Of course, getting the required annual flu will make the time zip by. It does that…
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October Goodness
I just got home from a week in Tennessee! Specifically, Gaitlinburg and Pigeon Forge. It was the type of trip that was a balm to my soul. A perfect combination of wild nature, positive interactions with others, and fun new foods. I’m reminded just how lucky I am to be in the same world as these incredible animals and…
