Stream of Consciousness
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Therapy Session
—And then it stopped. She took the long way home. Traveled the roads of endless fields, dried from the summer drought. The rains were still months away. The first of autumn baptizing the earth, washing it of sin. Erosion. The car sputtered, pulsed. She hoped she wouldn’t get stranded. Wouldn’t know how to even call Continue reading
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The Muse
I volunteered to take over the department inventory. This led me to running between office spaces and jotting down what was kept in what room, what occupied which filing cabinets, and what was housed in which cubbies. At the end of it, I settled that things were too spread apart. Items went missing before I Continue reading
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Things Lost in the Woods
She stood at its entrance, noticing how the trees filtered out the bright sun. She felt its pull, its beckoning. She wondered if he felt the same pull. Wondered if he stood there just as she was, trying to make sense of the need to enter the woods. The breeze rustled through the leaves, swaying Continue reading
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“And if you’re ever around…”
Do you still read these posts? Keeping track of a life lived on display? There are nights when I lay staring up at the darkened ceiling, wondering if some part of you still think about me like I do you. There are moments in my life, stories that unravel with the passage of time, and Continue reading
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A Trilogy of Heartbreaks Part 3 of 3
In the end, we were on separate islands. I had the boat, but you kept the paddles. No matter how hard I tried, the tide would drift me out farther into sea. At night, our phone calls were sparse. An echoed sentiment of what we used to mean to each other. “How do you do?” Continue reading
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The Last Goodbye
I lean back into my seat. On the coffee table, a sprawl of napkins, coasters, and untouched drinks. Alcoholic, of course, because I’m in the bar again. Always the bar. I don’t even drink in real life, yet all these scenarios and conversations take place in the same bar. From here, I can see Mackie Continue reading