I Am
I Am Victim, Perpetrator and Rescuer Creatrix.
(Yes.)
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my short skirt and embarassing assumptions
The other day a woman at my daughter’s school was telling me about the book I am an Emotional Creature: The Secret Life of Girls Around the World by Eve Ensler. She told me she wanted to loan it me and thought I would enjoy it. She told me one particular part of it reminded…
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yes, I am.
pre·cious /ˈprɛʃəs/ [presh-uhs] –adjective 1. of high price or great value; very valuable or costly: precious metals. 2. highly esteemed for some spiritual, nonmaterial, or moral quality: precious memories. 3. dear; beloved: a precious child. 4. affectedly or excessively delicate, refined, or nice: precious manners. 5. a dearly beloved person; darling. Yes, I am. But…
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conferring in the space between the space between
i believe our souls talk to each other late at night when we aren’t watching i wish i could be a bit more privy to those conversations
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intimacy
“A true relationship is a celebration of intimacy. Intimacy acknowledges the capacity you have to embrace another to the degree you’re willing to embrace yourself. The heart of intimacy never suggests: “I’m here to help you approve of me.” Instead, the heart of intimacy says, “I choose to love you no matter how you view…
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vulnerability soft folds (ripped open) revealing deep slash bound peer into darkness (infinite landscape) fractal wound binding like a river winding through a canyon he saw all worlds contained we both saw Her here. now. Ekphrastic poem inspired by the Hana Hamplová: Meditations on Paper exhibit at The Frye Art Museum. I saw it once, alone,…
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lessons in self worth
A friend recently told me he was having a hard time and wondered if I would have a drink with him. “Sure,” I said. We agreed to meet at 7:00 at a local restaurant. When I arrived, he wasn’t there so I checked my phone. There was a message from him saying he had…
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