What Growing Up Tastes Like

                  —A poem today after a long hiatus                 —Happy International Day of the Girl   WHAT GROWING UP TASTES LIKE   I sit with my…

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A Walk in the Snow

  When we were younger, we leveled footprints in the woods—off the path, of course, down deep where the sun could barely find us, where…

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Two Truths & A Lie

  My future & my past are essentially the same: whether it is me or her riding in the back seat, I still have to…

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