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Morning Walk
I know we have not met. But I know you. Head held high, airpods in, Gap tracks on, arms swinging. Walking. Walking resolutely every day. Every day, before you reach the metro station we walk by each other. I am the one huffing by. Hidden silvery scars stretching across my skin Like a galaxy’s arms Continue reading
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All That I Want…
A beautiful old wooden table with scratches smoothened by age. T’s heart shot through with an arrow shot by J, jostling for space with 25.8.1973. a butterfly and a faded pyramid. My journal on top, waiting for me to pen secrets, hopes, poems, petty thoughts, and some lonely stories. Five cubby holes to stack paper Continue reading
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And Then, There Is Grief
As a writer, I wondered… Can I create poetry that tore? What after all, did I know about pain too pure to bear, or grief too deep to share? What did I know? Indeed! I looked up the meaning of words that stood in for grief. Distressed, in agony, desolate, in purgatory, or drowning in Continue reading
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