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Shadow
shad·ow /ˈSHadō/ noun, a part of me On my morning run, I race my shadow. From streetlight to streetlight, we speed under patches of orange glow that illuminate The Strand, a narrow strip of road paralleling the Pacific. As I accelerate, my shadow appears in my peripheral. My dark stretched-out-self moves from slightly behind me to directly off…
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The Shape of Consciousness
This past weekend, I visited Ocean Springs, Mississippi. My presence in the Gulf Coast was to reunite with my siblings. Until this weekend, the five of us had never been together. From this perspective, our reunion was more of a union, a coming together for the first time. Our unique circumstances easily fall under the…
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Into Me, I Run
“The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep! You must ask for what you really want. Don’t go back to sleep!” People are going back and forth across the doorsill where the two worlds touch. The door is round and open. Don’t go back to sleep!” ~Rumi “Try to…
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$55 T-Shirt
I can’t pay $55 for a t-shirt. I just can’t. I don’t understand why a t-shirt costs $55. I remember t-shirts costing $20 or less. I don’t know what happened, what cruel joke is being inflicted on my bank account. Are time and inflation organic soul mates caught in a cosmic relationship of hopeless devotion…
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VEGAN CROISSANT
I sit alone, over-chewing a vegan croissant. The bland sterility of the rubbery pastry underwhelms my taste buds, making simple mastication a challenging task. I feel like I deserve applause for my effort. But no ovation is given. The café’s other attendees sit enthusiastically enjoying their soy sausage and oat milk lattes, each other. It’d…
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