When I close my eyes lately, I find myself imagining the shapes my rage has taken inside of me. Sometimes it’s a small, burning ember, like the last remnants of a stick of incense or a campfire long after everyone has retired to their tents. Then, other times, it’s a fiery ball- bright red and… Continue reading Rage Dancer.
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Steaming something or other…
I saw a friend last night that I haven’t seen in a while. I’m quite comfortable with how highly I regard this individual, and still, when I get to see her, it’s always the best kind of surprise. That little twinge in your belly that tells you that even with all the intentions and feelings,… Continue reading Steaming something or other…
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