Self Growth
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Just like spring returns after a long, dormant winter, so too will this space turn from a singular voice to become a community of writers and creators. In the coming weeks, look for details on how to submit your work (poetry, essays, short stories, and creative imagery) for the upcoming launch of a new kind…
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A few weeks ago, I was lucky enough to witness the aurora borealis. The phenomenon was visible across a significant portion of the northern hemisphere, including here in the Pacific Northwest, for the first time in over twenty years. We drove to a few places on the island to find a good spot. The first…
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I loved Ruth Bader Ginsburg fiercely, like so many of you, and I found myself in deep grief the weekend of her passing. Scrolling through social media at all of the photos, stories, and of course, reading the news broke my heart again and again. But then I wrote, (I’ve been working on revisions of…
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Where are you already? I’ve been waiting for years Since you left the car at Red Rocks No admission for you. Only me. I thought you would find me again. You always did. Climbing fences and forging a new path. But you didn’t show up, and a part of me stayed. Sleeping in a row…
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Before typing your name in the search bar, I imagined you Bukowski. Dark struggle writing in a stupor. Facebook reveals a gray-haired suburbanite blowing bubbles with your daughter. I am a lobster shell cracked open and empty. The memory of your handprints on my neck. Hands that I once loved. You are smiling on the…
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I am dressed for an evening on the beach, a cozy new Marc Jacobs sweater in a sober oatmeal with jeans, unlike the slinky, sleeveless crowd filling the banquet hall homecoming and toasting the birth of our nation’s independence before the fireworks. When you approach, the world is no longer a static neutral television set.…
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“Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.” -James Thurber, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty This is a movie for the hopeful. The people who see life’s unending potential. Those who believe in coincidence. Romantics who, against all odds, are not afraid to pursue their dreams. Just as water will boil when too close to the flame,…
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A shadow walked through the branded lady’s door. Dismantled and disfigured, Heavy beard and zipped-up coat on a summer day In a line of blue badges, He spotted the woman from his past. Venti green iced tea in her hand, Heartbeat strong and unfazed, No longer the girl pregnant with possibility. So easily disarmed and…
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There are some things time cannot change. You happen to be one of them. You are the shark circling the place where the riptide’s current ends. I used to believe the end of you would be the end of me. Your scars were mine to carry. This curse that curses us both. You are unresolved,…
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There’s a space inside that unhinges when I’m asleep. Where all my unresolved moments, suppressed feelings and unthinkable thoughts announce themselves in the dark, always in the quiet. The gathered residue hangs humid in the air long after the day has, reminding me of life left unfinished. In the place that’s called a dream, I…
Let It Bespoken 