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I am lying in the shady grass at the bottom of the soapbox track. I don’t always attend the girls’ soapbox races, but it’s a gorgeous sunny day and the first weekend of the new racing season. The girls ask me to come, so I mom up and suck it up and feign great …Vortices
I attend a cookie exchange hosted by a woman I have never met. Two year old Maj has helped me make chocolate chip cookies. I am nervous as we park the car and walk to the door. I am not good at making friends. I am not good at being vulnerable. I hold the …Whispered fingertips |
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Red muck
I was reading a poem by Stephen Crane . . . Red Devils is the title.
Many red devils ran from my heart And out upon the page They were so tiny The pen could mash them And many struggled in the ink It was strange To write in this red muck Of things …Red muck