#1000 Speak: Bullies on the Bus

Originally posted on Life in Every Limb:
When Lorelei was very little, she’d get made at her big brothers and yell, “Shub up!  Beeg bully!” With four older siblings, it’s not surprising she’d heard the phrase “shut up,” but I’m not sure how she already knew what a bully was:  someone bigger, stronger, more powerful,…

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Out for a Look-See

Originally posted on Telling the Truth:
out for a look-see fledgling eyes take in the world blue-robed male scans sky (click to enlarge) * * * Last week D and I hiked in the Longwood Meadow Garden. While we were at a distance from this bird house, we heard a huge racket and saw a couple of larger…

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When You’ve Hit Your Lowest Low

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:
I’ve become addicted to very bad things. There are certain types of addiction, and they vary. You can be addicted to drink, to people, sometimes even to yourself. But I am not talking about that. I am talking about the addiction to negativity. This is my addiction. I crave it.…

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Paper Flowers

Originally posted on The Honeyed Quill:
? Image by Tom Harpel This is how it happens: We contort ourselves, like paper flowers. We wait, twisted in our beautiful shapes until the tears fall to melt us away. Damp, we wilt. Damp, we tear easily. We are not quickly mended. This is how it happens when…

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In Loving Memory of Oliver

This is so touching . Visceral! “As a hyphenated American, I discovered that owning a dog easily accomplished what many outreach or diversity-training programmes had failed to do for years. Regardless of our race, colour, religion, or country of origin, we were one community of civilised dog lovers. I started taking Oliver everywhere I go. […]

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It’s Time for Me to Speak: I Am an American Muslim

I never planned on giving a bio when I started this blog, never intended to share personal narratives, never intended to detail my education or merit. This magazine was to be a platform focused on the issues that matter in order to encourage activism on topics that matter. However, due to the recent events in […]

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To the Man in My Life who is Not an Everyday Douchebag

I was a zombie, everything from the pale skin, foul breath, crazy hair (not sure that has changed much today), and the slurred, muffled sounds. The vacant look behind my eyes is all gone now, thanks to you!  I am alive, hear me? I AM ALIVE! I woke up, after 10 am, still exhausted, yet […]

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The Line Between Love and Hate: Lost on the Road to Love

Life isn’t a straight path. If it was, we’d all live in a fucking fairytale. *** For as long as I can remember I have felt like I was not good enough.  I don’t recall a single instance when I have faced a mirror without feeling lost. This story is not about finding the love […]

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Still We Love To Have A Dream

Originally posted on Dipwords:
Dreams! Always hurt. When delights break, and we expect more; Or when the bizarre of it is awfully sore. Still we love to have a dream. Recalling only the shadows of those dreams, Or many times a book of mystery all it seems. At times, we wake up to realize Sorrowful…

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Wonder

I couldn’t breathe,
I remembered what you said
about the dirt,
no gloves.
Instead of taking a pill,
I sat there
for two hours.
injected each seed
into the earth
where it belonged.

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