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We’re approaching a new season. Like children with a firefly cupped in our hands we hold onto summer’s warmth, carrying it with us as we...

You did such a good job opening up! That’s what I say to the flowers. You did such a good job looking up, turning towards the sun,...

All I want to do is to go to the beach and write poetry. Is that too much to ask? When did adulting become a full-time gig? When did the...

This morning I opened the window. It was arguably too cold for that kind of reckless window opening, but I couldn’t help it. Winter is so...

Two nights ago a storm rolled in- clouds thick with potential, heavy with secrets. The whole city went inside- faces pressed up against...