Shitty Spring Day
Just an original poem today. I think you all know the sort of day I’m talking about here.
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Day One: Determined to save the only life you could save
Right now I’m sitting, wet bum in the volcanic sand, watching the waves and the clouds roll in. I’m alone except for the sand crabs. They range in size from teeny-tiny to about six inches. They dig holes in the sand and then venture in and out of them. If you startle them, they sprint…
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Hold Out Your Hand
I’ve been writing a lot this past week but it’s been pretty scattered. I’ve had a hard time corralling it into something that resembles a coherent post. Last night as I laid down to go to sleep, I thought about the morning. Mornings are hard lately. I wake up too early and usually with a…
