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(th)inking in thirds

..   She is still left mourning this powdered sugar skin, frozen limbs, a hush of snow.     inkin’ in thirds on thursdays.   

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Mixed Bag

.. This mo(u)rning: (again) somebody shot some somebodies for no other reason than anger and hatred and pain. And the political rants are still a-ranting and chanting and planting their seeds of lies and deceit and illusion. And there’s never … Continue reading

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… The day has lost its polish, all bark and bile and bite and pile of dirty laundry. The camera gives us one last valuable chance to over -saturate our former selves, give sensibility and texture to these breaths. Mean … Continue reading

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