Tag Archives: memories

Where I Live

Let me show you where I live, not the house, not the neighborhood, not the stairs trudged up and down, not the spaces I fill and exist in. Let me show you where I live. The halls of memories and mirrors, … Continue reading

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I Should Never Wash The Dishes

I should never wash the dishes. There is something about standing alone and letting my mind off its chain that fires the flare  and brings all the shameshades running. Every stupid line every heartbreaking moment all the times I should … Continue reading

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The Best Days of My Life

The parties I wasn’t invited to, the boy who kissed me and then laughed about it to his friends, the time my period arrived early and stained my jeans in school, the jokes I never understood, the cool I never … Continue reading

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Machinery of Lost Memories ~

Machinery of Lost Memories ~   Where are the memories made that aren’t kept?  What fantastical machinery constructs them fashions from newly grown tendrils  or strands of a past time and place and stamps them; no longer needed,  displaced,  inferior… … Continue reading

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Chased By Ghosts

I am being chased by ghosts  memories that land on your head like bird droppings without warning only an unexpected stomach clench and you are off again reliving the same old same old… Watch his hand closely as he moves … Continue reading

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