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playdate haiku

ByKymberlee

red lint in my hair
googleplex hours of talking
a bruise on my lip

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looking through broken glass, the world is still beautiful but a little cracked

ByKymberlee

Gigi and I went to a park after a doctor’s appointment yesterday and found this beautiful shattered glass. We couldn’t help but explore with it. This picture is my favorite. The title of the post says what I wanted to say and this photo illustrates it wonderfully.

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if your girl only knew

ByKymberlee

I’m only going to say this once. No, I’m actually going to keep saying it. In fact, I’m participating in NaNoWriMo and this is what my novel is going to be about. All fictionalized to protect the not-so-innocent, naturally. This is what sexual and emotional repression and religious oppression get you: Married men who pretend…

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stormy afternoon haiku

ByKymberlee

mad libs and laughter rain crashing against windows three girls warm and loved

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tomorrow is not here yet

ByKymberlee

yesterday was a different kind of conversation with petals flying and thunder booming in the end, a soft a rain fell against the night * this morning songbirds are warbling the ancient trees are still and plaintive a jay screeches a call to action as the sky stretches * tomorrow is not here yet

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once

ByKymberlee

the scent of amber rose petals sprinkled on your chest and beyond heartsong offered with daily gifts of poetry or love stirred into two cups with one spoon once you sang to me and i quivered once

Father
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Father

ByKymberlee

Today, I gave birth to my Father I held him close in my arms and kissed his forehead whispering, “I love you so much” and rocking him (so gently) Today, I protected my Father kept him safe, held and fed when He stumbled, I caught him (gentle hearts) Today, I disciplined my Father gave Him…