Something

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I want to hear from you. Something. Anything. I want to know things from you. Something. Anything. I want a peep. A bone. A squeak. I want you to explain why, when we scatter drops from our well of love, the form it takes is called a’ peep’. A ‘bone’. Or a ‘squeak.’ Because those words seem odd. A bit incongruous. I want to hear from you. Something. Anything. I know. It is hard to send so much love so far and over so much time. It might not even be possible. I could not carry that much love in [...] Continue reading

3 Women

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A fictional look at the many stories that we pile on top of our true selves in order to hide and protect the women we really are.

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