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Author Archives: crystal700

Journal 6

I Remember  I remember it all. I remember the good times. I remember the twinkle in your eyes. I remember the echo of your laugh, I used to laugh along. I used to come alive when I saw your face. I used to smile at just your name, I used to feel the same way […] Continue reading »

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Journal 5

This is a woman’s confession: Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so. This is the world we wanted Happening in a time no older than your last Seven years, if you want to know The pages turn, Words often fall between and cut off her feet. But then I was young – and […] Continue reading »

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Journal 4

The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass, lifting their necks to pull leaves down. We slow the truck, pull over to the side of the road to watch them. How graceful they look, how unlike themselves. We get out and lean on the fence. The cows don’t seem to notice we are […] Continue reading »

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Journal 4

The cows stand under the trees in the wet grass, lifting their necks to pull leaves down. We slow the truck, pull over to the side of the road to watch them. How graceful they look, how unlike themselves. We get out and lean on the fence. The cows don’t seem to notice we are […] Continue reading »

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Journal 3

Her eyelids feel heavy, like someone’s holding them shut. Her body won’t move, as though someone were pinning her down. She opens her eyes, bruises encircle her wrist like hands on a neck. She looks down at herself, detached, her body laid out like in a morgue. Bruises and scratches speckle her skin like moles. […] Continue reading »

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Journal 2

The Next Thing Always Belongs Helen tells us to focus on our breath All I can hear is a soft, steady thump Oops, I’ve farted Breathing helps to loosen the muscles I’m swaying back and forth like a ship in the sea My bones are screaming for movement Who knew how tight the muscles were Let […] Continue reading »

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