Restoration
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Shut the ‘yabber- yabber of the Locust’!
When I was a child I was skinny, and I was a child. Shy. I stammered. Had to wear glasses very young. It kept falling off my snub nose. Got teased for that and my skinny legs. All that and I couldnot speak as well as the grown ups around me. I was ‘Pin throat’, Continue reading
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Paperboats
Let it go, its time Continue reading
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There is a tide turning

This is that time, it comes by in a few ways, crumbs of yesterday, it remembers your name Continue reading
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When Healing comes
When Healing came It Bled. It Crossed boundaries. It broke Itself like Bread and poured Itself out like Water. All of a sudden there were too many visuals now, too many verbs and adjectives. This had been a desert, no oasis. Now, a Garden. A Garden with no room except a crude stable and hay.… Continue reading
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Wings are real…..
hurts only when you’re folded…. Continue reading
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This is that time in your life, a tide turns

…losses you never thought remembered your name… Continue reading

