dreams
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The dawn greeted our hermit Cool it was Wind swam through the thorny vines Dewey shrubs and tall tree shadow lines I dreamed of the absentee’s return The whisper of the path which led to me The window held my vision As my eyes drifted No explanations Sand crept into my shoes this morning On…
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TuesDay NewsDay Vol 3, Issue 7 – May 26, 2020 Dedication: This week’s edition of TuesDayNewsDay is dedicated to Amy Alexander and her family. Here is her obituary and HERE. We said goodbye to Amy on Saturday after she passed on last Tuesday. Last Tuesday, in lieu of a newsletter, Bruce and I did a…
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The room is filled with restaurant sounds; the cutlery is clicking on plates and bowls. Autumn Leaves is coming from the trombone, piano, upright bass and drums. How lovely. Dedication: Today is dedicated not to a person, but to the priceless concept of forgiveness. Without it, we remain cold and buried in our own asses.…
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I was just on the phone with my grandmother. She told me that my mother wants to donate a thousand dollars to my album fundraiser. The only thing she wants in return is her own copy. That was the last thing I expected to be thinking about tonight. I told Maw Maw that I’d have…
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Today, I chose to sit on the ground the very location of my first experience of sexual abuse at the age of seven. I am healing and today I tell a deep part of my story. (Trigger warning)
anita lorraine moore 