poetry
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You only wrote to me once, like planting a message in a place you had no intention of ever returning to. The silence should have been a quiet closing of a garden gate. But my hands clear dead leaves to search for another message, thinking it might be hesitant to bloom as if you were…
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      The American South has a way of speaking. Down here, the air holds onto secrets, sorrow, and the quiet weight of being human.  South Louisiana has its own way of revealing what lingers. Here are some ways Louisiana hints at her secrets…  Every reason has its own secrets that are slowly revealed to…
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When love enters our lives, it is all about timing. Will it last? Is it the right time for me? For them? This timing determines whether our romances are shooting stars or constellations. Â We dream about lasting love, but more often than not, it is just a shooting star, streaking across the sky leaving stardust…
Black Ink and Parchment 