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These Fingers

Expats, Poetry

I’ve noticed that I haven’t been wearing any rings lately; on my fingers. No polish, or color; except for my...

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Second Thoughts

Poetry

A new phenomenon for me, the cold on the highs, warmth in the lows; cruising down a lone stretch of...

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Time is Fleeting

Poetry

Time is fleeting. It slips thru my fingers, Faster than water. Nothing can prevent it’s passing. Have I used my...

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insincere tears

Poetry

i closed my eyes and sought the promises spent on yesterday listening while words flapped on the clothesline shaking and...