Poetry

An assortment of gauges displayed on a wall

0 (0) There will always be another deadline. Another assignment. And another, and another. “Are you ok?” They ask. Yeah, I’m fine. I’m holding the line. Don’t know how much ...

Fiction

A dark, shadowed bundle of pomegranates with the text Of Lockets and Pomeganates.
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Of Lockets and PomegranatesOf Lockets and Pomegranates: Chapter 1 Of Lockets and Pomegranates: Chapter 2 Of Lockets and Pomegranates: Chapter 3 Of Lockets and Pomegranates: Chapter ...

Nonfiction

A starlight sky lined with the shadows of tall trees and a road barely visible.

5 (1) The steering wheel vibrates beneath my hands while the smell of coffee from my thermos fills the car. The dashboard lights shine across my face as I drive ...

New Content

  • An assortment of gauges displayed on a wall
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    0 (0) There will always be another deadline. Another assignment. And another, and another. “Are you ok?” They ask. Yeah, I’m fine. I’m holding the line. Don’t know how much more I can take. There’s not much bend left before I break. Why do I do this to myself? I make my life a living ...
  • a hand reaching out of a blue, hazy background holding a lit lighter
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    0 (0) Fire burns away the flesh of the past- Charring old sins and wasted guilt, Removing the slag of self-doubt and insecurity, Cauterizing old wounds and scars, Scalding the blood to remove false beliefs, Tempering the mettle of our soul, And scorching the body over As it refines everything we are into pure ash ...
  • Light shining through a circular window into a dark room.
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    0 (0) What hides in the darkness cannot stay under. What lurks in the shadows will breach the penumbra. The truth is a light that won’t be snuffed. The light is a guardian, formidable enough. In your world, no one sees through the illusion. In this realm, exposure is in the imagination. Silence reigns, hypocrisy ...
  • Image of footprints in the sand along Popham Beach, Maine
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    0 (0) I miss you. I can’t believe that I live in a timeline where we don’t exist together. You have a life that is all your own and it no longer intertwines with the life that I call mine. Where are you right now? Who do you talk to? Do they remind you of ...
  • A woman crying in a train compartment car
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    0 (0) My God, my King, You provide comfort and rest in Your presence. You wipe tears from their eyes, as You shelter Your children under Your wings. You comfort the broken and lonely souls, capturing each tear within Your hands. In every storm and weathered trial, You never leave our side. In the lions’ ...
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