Canada
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Don’t tell me how I feel.Don’t tell me how I think.Don’t take your lens, polish it with your history, and press it over my eyes like it’s supposed to fit. That’s not empathy.That’s a mirror you’re holding up and calling it a window. You say, “I know exactly what you’re going through,” but your “exactly”… Read more
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At sunset she woke, Alexandra, At last clothed in mourning black, while daylight bled away behind the world Pearls circled her throat like captured moons,and a red stone rested at her breast a quiet, polished promise of the blood she craved She was the vampire queen,merciful only in the way night can be merciful:gentle to… Read more
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The photographer catches the sunlight resting inside a dandelion’s crown, each seed a little star, each fine filament holding the morning’s promise or the last golden breath of evening The poet sees it, too: the hollow stem rising faithfully from the earth, the green leaves gathered low beneath it, the flower lifting its bright face… Read more
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She is an earthly queen wrapped in shadow and silk, possibly a witch, possibly a vampire, possibly something older and more powerful than either There is something in her presence that feels ancient, untamed, almost holy as though she carries the light, yet darkness shines withinShe is a protector, though she does not always announce… Read more
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The house no longer holds their presence, their spot at the kitchen table, and the chair in the corner is empty, the fragrance of that person is now gone The hospital bed, along with hearts and lives are empty, and thusly a piece of the lives that loved them passes too We have memories, strong… Read more
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Words and phrases are not just sounds rolling off our tongues. It is seed, fire, and a hammer. Depending on how we use it, it can grow a field, warm a home, or burn down something that took years to build. We have become too comfortable saying, “I was just joking,” “That’s just how I… Read more
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She said yes before I could even ask and then in a flash she was in her wedding dress bouquet ready to go to the altar and I couldn’t believe it the grace the faith the magic the love the moment the truth of eternal joy and forever and beauty beyond compare the voice so… Read more
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She counted the days, the hours, the weeks, the months, perhaps even the yearsShe sat before the mirror, studying her own reflection, yet the happiness she had expected was nowhere to be found. The joy, the esteem, the glory, the honor; none of it stirred within her. As a bride to be, she felt only… Read more
Seeing through the eyes of others 