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There
Wooden boards are here. Small and unstable I stand It is not a place of permanence. We know this even now. And yet here we are- and here I am. You may never know me. But I stood and took … Continue reading
Tear
A woman sits in the corner alone. Patches of fabric scattered by her feet. Some red, Some yellow, Some striped. Some are new- fine cloth Others dirty, tattered and torn- Threadbare. And this woman, She sits in the corner with … Continue reading
Space
Sometimes I like to sit in that space. I like to sit in between your fingers. In the place that is not. The place between what is here- and what might be. It’s a painful place to be. But often … Continue reading
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