Tag: first love


Finishing the evening listening to the election results play out while catching up on some work. Here’s the thing: I want to write something about grace. Of how badly I want it. Of how it has continuously alluded me. I’m not sure of the words to use. I’m certain this is redundant. As trite as…

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imagine yourself belly up and shivering this is the thing you hate the most— vulnerability light shifting and reshifting and razoring the skin this is the thing you need the most– weak, trembling thank god for this earth, this dirt, this grounding of palm and grass because you are spinning and spinning and remember when…

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What I remember most, is that she was an endless golden hour. alive, (in love) always fleeting.

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Tales From the Other Side.

It’s incredibly refreshing to have memories pop in my head and not be left labored breath by them or choking or in pain. For an absurdly long stretch of time snapshots of my ex-girlfriend would keep me awake at night and now that they don’t, now that I’m able to look at memories outside of…

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The First Girl I Ever Loved. (1)

  December 28th, 2016   I knew I should have never agreed on receiving electroconvulsive therapy from an admitted crack-whore named Brenda Breckenridge in the back room at my cousin’s dingy-who-the-fuck-died in here-smelling apartment. But, you see… I was hurting. And my issue with the entire charade wasn’t the smell of my own hair curling…

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