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Shimmering and sun soaked, she jumped puddles like they were acid-filled, stinging hurt awaiting her errant footfalls. Umbrella tight in hand, the rain dribbled around her edges, staining pools of spent tears with ripples of impact. Light stung at the corners of her eyes, but she moved fast to avoid it all, undistracted by the […]

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Caught

Diving from the sun. Piercing eyes, a flare, the shine of a stare too long at hope and warm acceptance. Dance with the periphery, live at the corners with affordable prisms that skitter as insects under scrutiny, fearful of capture. Hold out hands, flex fingers and find gold play and coal shade drift with each […]

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Unfocused sun trapped in protective grids, flares notwithstanding; disregarding. Fears blast through convex stumbling, dropped words and failings inevitable. Illuminated in the order of things is a pinch of imperfection, the delight of entropy and an embrace held too long. Passionate clutches carry bodies higher than these trapped heavens, but blood inevitably slows, heat leaving […]

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Up on the beam, balanced and perfect in the morning sun’s embrace. It’s my pride, my best, toughest decision and the hard work still ahead remains daunting, yet so much has already been accomplished. One small foot after the other, each tiny trial the path to growing up. #morning #son #sun #sunlight #toddler #balance #balancebeam […]

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Powerless in threading incandescent invitation and lost in the glare of a low son. Late afternoon drafts. Convivial palaver and easy gregariousness course through dusty air, and heads turn studying lithe physiques, flirty smiles, raised eyebrows and searching glances. No time, the day’s end crawls into present, spreading long shadows over pavement. Coolness sinks into […]

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In the middle of a thought. In the middle of a small town, at the edge of a park, in the middle of a day surrounded by bustling onlookers striving for the next best thing. Concentrated, devoid of water and dilution a stray principle embodying weakness or care for swan-like praise. They curtsy and sway, […]

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When I was a child, this kind of cloud – especially with the airplane trail leading into it – would have terrified me as it looks so much like a nuclear impact mushroom. As an adult, I know it’s just a storm cloud blossoming, but that childhood fear lingers… #clouds #sun #nuclear #boom #scary #frightening […]

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Lightdancer

I caught you dancing in this light as I tutored new life and you, comprised of zeros and ones – a binary antidote to monotony – shed your digits one by one, until all that was left was zero. The sum of your virtual experience impressed on thoughts just as intangible, yet both are as […]

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