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almost Alice

By Creative Writing
I'm late, I'm late but I don't recall what I was running for and time falls away as we tumble down this rabbit hole it felt slower in my head faster in your bed messy and raw and real. I've always been…
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woman's hand holding a fallen leaf

But It’s December Now

By Creative Writing
when the trees spoke to me I whispered back your name on every leaf they asked why I'm not moving on, I'm moving on, I'm moving, at least. my feet crunch uneasily beneath them their vibrance, their color, their life because there's…
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an old notebook viewed from the side, with drops of ink welling off the edge of the pages

Closure, They Say

By Creative Writing
closure is a chapter of a book I loved to pretend would never end you cannot change the words once they've been written but oh, how you tried denied and lied rearranged or straight up erased the narrative to better suit your…
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Electric

By Creative Writing
you are a blinding light, coruscating through the skies, explosive white fire. and I am the heavy rumble that follows, a trembling, echoing boom. I knew my place (behind) but you beckon me you taunt me you flash back again and again…
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I’m Going Home

By Creative Writing
close my eyes click my heels three times I know, I know, I'm the one that left but you were already gone you left years ago. you know. I tried holding on. my hands were clenched so tightly I couldn't see the…
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This endless tide

By Creative Writing
Your face is the northern shoreline with the ocean in your eyes, a gentle unstoppable rise. I rest my head upon your chest, feel the ebb and swell of your breath, run my hand through sandy stubble along your chin that scrapes…
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Helen Y Hamling

By Family
Family & friends of Helen Yvonne (Haugen, Weber, Wettestad) Hamling, Here are links to her memorial program, just for reading: HelenYHamling_read print-ready file: Helen-Yvonne-Hamling_print Please feel free to download & share.
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Westley as a puppy in a field of yellow flowers

New

By Creative Writing
photo by Westbee Photography I loved you before I even knew you. I’d whisper little boy names to the ceiling, mind already reeling with adventures to come but. I met you in a basement in Branson Missouri. I admired how you watched…
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