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sunday morning haiku

ByKymberlee

softness of an infant’s head
the scent of amber
a Mariachi band plays!

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lincoln park haiku

ByKymberlee

breeze blows in languid summer lying in sunlight leaves fall from Madrona tree

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9/11 (Choose Love)

ByKymberlee

Ten years later, the sons of Abraham are still fighting and jockeying for power and control the Mothers are still crying and holding and loving. (Choose Love)

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the end of reminscilocomotion [or the finding of peace]

ByKymberlee

I created a new word about something I have done a lot which I am henceforth eliminating from my vocabulary. Yes, that’s right, I am both creatrix and destructrix right now, in this moment. The word is “reminiscilocomotion (verb): the act of moving forward while looking back.” I am not the girl who got “bad-touched”…

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filled up with goodness

ByKymberlee

Spitfire by The Prodigy on Grooveshark When my body is filled with endorphins and sweat is rolling down my back, there’s no room for anything but “Fuck, yeah!” “That’s right.” “YES!” and other bits of goodness.

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a snowy day

ByKymberlee

My day began in darkness. I padded out to the kitchen to put the water on for coffee, noticing the blanket of stillness tucked all around the morning. As I waited for the water to boil, I let my skin drink in the moonlight that was eagerly gushing through the windows and let my mind…

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break you hard

ByKymberlee

“Kiss the boys and make them cry. Don’t need your heart cuz I got mine.” This song came on randomly today and pretty much matches my mood. I don’t really want to make boys cry (much). The truth is, I am just noticing my shadow these days. Watching it get pissed off. Watching it want…