the girl with no country
the only thing that matters is the understanding that everyone matters.
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but i, being poor, have only my dreams; i have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams. - w. b. yeats
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if i write for you, do you think you could read it? savor the words carefully chosen just for your eyes, your ears. for i am personal and i am illegible, in all manners and parts i am how you choose to see me.
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but i, being poor, have only my dreams; i have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly because you tread on my dreams. - w. b. yeats
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if i write for you, do you think you could read it? savor the words carefully chosen just for your eyes, your ears. for i am personal and i am illegible, in all manners and parts i am how you choose to see me.
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“There is silent and long-suffering sorrow to be met with among the peasantry. It withdraws into itself and is still. But there is a grief that breaks...”
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The Relativity of Time
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as if months have given way to years, and years to...
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Gold
I buried our love
in the backyard
with a hatchet—
it’s still there;
it’s grown into
a leafy tree
and each Spring,
buds blossom into
fruit and...
I follow these kids
What kind of mother tells
her children stories of
a man killing his own son?
(my ears closed hands
tugging the book from the
shelf hands tearing pages
cleanly out hands flipping
the broken binding into a
dark space it will join the
peels and old paper)
I won’t tell my children
of such things.
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