I wrote this piece solely based on my parents’ account. I have no recollection of this event. When I was a baby, I destroyed my mother’s beautiful vintage clock- arguably …
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A man wants a book, a new edition to his vast library An exciting conversation starter for his nightly dinner parties A man wants a book, one with a red …
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I prefer you with the lights off With your moral compass leading you Straight to hell It just makes more sense Perhaps I don’t get nostalgia yet Perhaps I’m scared …
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How am I supposed to adjust? Carry on like nothing happened? Don’t think about it. Work. Don’t cry about it. Work. Don’t you dare let it break your heart. It’ll …
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There are days when the wind whips between Dinallo and Machuga.
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That’s when I caught it. The yellow in his eye, its inability to look the camera straight on— the film that blurred the window to his soul. Something was wrong, …
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After a few drinks, my drink takes a drink.