Reflections
Thoughts that are far too long to be considered poetry…
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Every day is called a fresh start, but change is more than waking up and deciding everything is different. Real change is quieter than that. It doesn’t always arrive with a clear beginning or a dramatic shift. Instead, it reveals itself in small, almost unnoticeable moments. These are the signs that something in your life…
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We spend so much of our lives being haunted. By people who left. By versions of them that no longer exist. By the quiet question of what did I do to make them go? We replay their words and our favorite moments over and over, flipping through a stored memory book we know we shouldn’t…
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“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” – Leo Tolstoy One of my favorite lines in literature, but we are often more alike in our unhappiness than we realize. Each family’s pain manifests differently, in varying intensity, yet these truths exist in nearly every household. The saddest part…
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You walked to our lives as if you were a kind of balm designed to cure what never healed. Instead You ripped through us, almost gleeful as we bled into the open air, but healing doesn’t need to wound flesh just to prove it was broken. You damaged us just so you could pretend heal…
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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…
Black Ink and Parchment 