• Hand protecting a little girl
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    Imposter syndrome is real. A novel idea that won’t go away. Stories that stay in drawers won’t become the next literary phenomenon. Writing can be torture. Each word feels like navigating a field of Legos barefoot in total darkness. After a few sore toes with a stream of curse words, the end is in sight. ...
  • Flamingo in the water
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    “Are these feathers from the flamingo you’re keeping?” I gave a stern look to Miss Martha and Louis while my fingers tightly gripped the pink feathers. My mind attempted to remain calm, but anger rose inside my body. “Please, tell me now.” My voice said through almost gritted teeth, which took myself aback. This anger ...
  • large broken mask in a field of green bushes and wildflowers
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    Dreaming when I’m wide awakeI let my spirit soarNever knowing what’s at stakeWhen I open that door Seeing things that don’t belongInside the waking worldBut I float upon a songAnd let my mind unfurl I do not know if I’ll reviveFrom this deep fantasyI only know I feel aliveWith things I cannot see So if ...
  • A photograph of gray concrete stairs with a pot of red geraniums next to it
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    My mother had a faulty sixth sense that flickered like a dying light bulb. She called them “bad feelings.” Often, her premonitions came too late. If we got lost driving, she’d say she had a bad feeling about the road I had taken. If I didn’t get a part in the school play, pass my ...
  • Man standing on a beach with logs stacked all over haphazardly looking toward the sea in a red jacket. A gloomy sky and island is in the background.
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    Sofia stumbled along, blind in the darkness, her left hand tracing the painted concrete wall to her left, the other clutched to her aching ribs. She stopped, planted her back flat against the stubbled surface, and listened. Staccato curses echoed and bounced through the black passage, Jax’s angry voice peppering her with rancid fear. Her ...
  • Pages 11-12 of Fixing a Broken Zipper. In the first picture, Jimmy is looking sadly at the broken zipper. In the second picture, Jimmy's mother is showing him the zipper now works.
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      “Yes, Daddy, yes! That’s the book the teacher read in class.” Daddy is turning pages of a children’s book entitled Fix it, Please. We are in a children’s bookstore. My teacher, Miss Beri, had read that book to the class this morning at school. She displayed it to the kids so they could see ...
  • silhouette of trees and person sitting looking up at a star filled night sky
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    I see the heavensin your eyes.Worlds and galaxiesswirl within your soul. Love is who you areseen by a soul like mine.A dull nickel withhardly any worth. You see value regardlessin someone plain.You believe in mewhere I lack faith. Your love is deepplentiful and abundant.I cannot turn backfrom its depth. I’m your precious cointo carry with ...
  • Seen from underneath, a row of light brown mushrooms grows out of the side of a tree trunk covered with moss even as it stretches into the sky.
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    Spring forth in the eternal cycle of rebirth The spinning Wheel turns as it passes on its way. Feel the heart-beat rhythm of the Earth Spring forth in the eternal cycle of rebirth. Not lost, but traded for something of equal worth, First we must go through the process of decay. Spring forth in the ...
  • The moon at midnight
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    Midnight I ventured outside Among luminescent wavelets of moonbeams   Midmorning I walked through  Fluorescent ringlets of moonlight  Midafternoon I fell into Dreamtime I could not stop the cascade  I could not stop the blizzard I stepped upon an avalanche Of pure white moon-snow 
  • Flamingo in the water
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    We all jumped the minute we heard the honk, and our coffee spilled over the floor and sofa. I noticed that Miss Martha and Louis didn’t budge an inch and looked annoyed towards the kitchen door. “What the he…eck, was that?” I exclaimed. In a wise journalist maneuver, I caught myself about to say the ...