Tagged: letting go

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Hangnail

Poem   If my heart were a hand you would be the hangnail that, no matter what size or sharpness of tweezer I use to pry you from between the dry, exposed skin and...

surreal poetry 0

The Art of Letting Go

Poem   The creature of my memory collage Came creeping out the subway yesterday It licked its fur as it was dirty And looked perplexed at all the people walking Keeping their distance It...

fiction about death 1

As Is the Beginning, Is the End

Short Story   Jeanne Ann Westveer was born in 1935. Jeanne married John Frederick Girard Rooks in 1960. She is the mother of my mother, making her my grandmother. When I’m writing this, my...

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Tango

Poem And now he needs you. It’s hard for him to grasp, and even acknowledge. He knows something is happening to him; Awareness of who he has always been Suddenly rushes upon him- Unwelcome....