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Seasick
I pluck him from the Atlantic. I find him drifting in a metal trap, his legs scattering back and forth. He wants a taste of air, I want someone who wears a shell. He is my Maryland blue crab. … Five years later, he is drying up. I can see his gills expanding, aching for…
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Bear
Jacob was leaving and I had no say in the matter. “Every positive trait I have is because of you and every negative trait you have is because of me. That’s why I have to leave… it’s for your own good.” Three days later, I strip our pictures off the walls, leaving small holes in…
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Lobster
“Let’s go to Maine.” He said through a text from across the country. We had broken up over a year ago, yet the text lingered in my mind. My thumb hesitated over my phones keyboard, holding onto a response. I pictured the two of us in a creaking house on the coast of Maine. The…
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Chronically Me
I extend my leg, my knee twinges. I imagine the white tendon that crosses over my knee cap, stretching it’s fingers a little too far. I can feel it’s nails scraping my bone. “Its just stress, you’re wearing yourself too thin.” That’s what everyone tells me. I am trapped in this skin. This pale, moley…
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Fear
Fear with Dorothy Johnson “Dorothy, you are an inspiration to so many women. Your heart was broken, and yet you chased your dreams and elevated your worth and life in so many ways. Your ability to squish doubt and allow fear to simply just be an emotion we feel is why I wanted to give…
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Authenticity
Authenticity with Kristy Kalpak “Kristy, I have known you for over ten years and in that time, I don’t think I have ever seen you attempt to be anyone but yourself. Un-apologetically, you are Kirsty Walls (Kalpak) whether someone finds it endearing or not. That is why I wanted you to have the word, Authenticity.…
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Sharing Rubies
What a treasure it is to experience something in life. It’s hard, a lot of times it hurts and breaks something we aren’t sure can be repaired. An experience teaches us about ourselves, they are reflections. Tiny mirrors that scatter along the wall. Sometimes we like what we see and sometimes we don’t, but either…
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Beetle Boy
The fire crackles outside, spitting knots of wood at her feet. He stands across the fire. Black jacket on, the hood tied tightly around his head. Blue, eyes dart around the snow, noticing every swig of beer, bend of a slippery jacket, log falling out of place in the pit.
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Spanish Rice
Gapped teeth always reminded me of him. The space between his two front teeth big enough I could slip my pinky through.
treatswords
I have a story to tell.
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