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Category: conversations that happen in my head
White Space
What is white space that is not a canvas; offering agency and every possibility to whomever confronts it? It’s quiet and patient; generous; never pompous and clearly not greedy. It lets you shine against it.
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New Work in Persephone’s Daughters
The aim of this lit magazine is to empower women, but it also aims to be completely inclusive in regards to applicants/contributors. We love you. We’re not here to tell you to stay strong, because you’re already doing exactly that.
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Things My Mother Has Not Done For Me
I see y'all whose do list is longer than your don'ts maybe feeling guilty; maybe feeling sentimental amnesia. I see you all. And every time I look in a mirror I see my mama whether I like it or not. (I do for the record--cheeks, doe eyes, and all).
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It’s Better Out Than In
Talking to myself--especially when it becomes a lot of talk all of a sudden, always tells me there is something I'm trying to work out of my brain and especially out of my body. It's interesting that I haven't been able to run lately, one of my choice ways of working stuff out of my mind and body.
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Stranger in a Strange Land
I'm only recently accepting the extent to which my physical body has been intrinsic to how I self-identify. The realization has come on the heels of a bunch more that are the result of the heart failure (cardiomyopathy if you like big words) diagnosis in September. My body has changed significantly in the way I use it for self-identification purposes. [...]
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World Book Day
In no particular order and hardly close to exhaustive, here goes:
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Without Rock or Shore
I've been trying to ignore the tug in my gut that has persisted since I first read about this story yesterday. It was the stark inhumanity of it for sure; the sheer violence; the unchecked toxic masculinity; the questions about how is it that the ability to find a jersey is easier than locating a publicly; pinging-off-cell-phone-towers [...]
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What’s It Worth?
It may be the teacher in me that believes my purpose is reinforced by my reach. Look, I like a decent honorarium just like the next person. But if my value is wrapped up in that I feel like I'm missing the point and worse probably shortening my reach (and even worse: shortening it where it may be most critical).
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All Words and None
pressed to my chest by a bra made for movement; still.
