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Terra

Painter of Dream Maps . Milksweet . Razor-sharp .

1 day ago

Cinnamon Cup Coffee

To sip from a bottomless cup What would've been, giving way to what will never be inside my head. I feel myself growing older than I am, and wonder if that's borrowed, stolen, or perhaps inherited. The…

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3 days ago

lazy italian mornings why italian. i dunno. this ain't italy, but something in the warm, greedy sun got me thinking so. you can smell the spring. i spent ridiculously much time reading and enjoying my…

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3 days ago

a whole day the sun comes in just as i'm sitting down to write this. it's in and out. come and go. like so much about me. my bones still cold from long morning's walk. my head clear.…

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5 days ago

Rogans and Cassandras With the many delays and difficulties incurred by the sudden onslaught of snow in Bucharest, I found last night one bright side. I had enough time on my hands to listen to a…

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5 days ago

Rant, Complain, Talk

things to rage against I de-capitalized the title, which is better than decapitating it perhaps, as I seem to do with a lot of my online writing lately. I just feel more drawn to lower case, for a…

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8 days ago

Cinnamon Cup Coffee

Books. And Coffee. And (more) books. Well, trips to the UK, as ever, typically mean an (almost) uninterrupted 48-72 hours in my favorite bookstores, so you had to figure books would come into the picture somewhere.…

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10 days ago

Blockchain Poets

Stay with me. *I don't believe I recognize you at first. Think, often, of the way you looked at me the first time we met. Intermingled thoughts of my mouth on

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11 days ago

Try and control what I can... The first time I heard the new album, Everybody Scream , from Florence and the Machine, I had an unshakable feeling of kinship. I felt, in ways, it must've been written to…

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15 days ago

Around the ones left 'The funerary corteges didn't end till fall...' I guessed a premonition in her words, but little did I know how soon or how shocking. Hers was a life rather sought out by tragedy, and when I knew h

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21 days ago

Hive Collectors

Blank Pages Sprinkles of Myself As soon as I saw the latest Hive Collectors theme, I just couldn't help myself. I've loved notebooks and scribbles as long as I've known myself, have collected them, received…

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