Blue lips Cold bird Half-buried in snow. Don’t tell me You’re gone. White boughs Heavy Limbs That ache, tired. When you fell In On the twenty-first of December I knew Then. Summer is here now But you are still Crystallized. Don’t tell me – I know. Where you’ve gone. Image: “Dormantic” by Gohmn on ello.co
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An Open Letter to Southwest Airlines
Dear Mr. Gary M. Kelly, C.E.O. of Southwest Airlines, and everyone else from the top of the chain on down, As humans sometimes we are confronted by moments of inexplicable sadness, happiness, confusion, exuberance, love, or anger. As humans we also experience moments that are 100% explainable – moments of grief that lead to sadness.…
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My heart curls around your fingertip like a slinking cat winding its tail around a corner pressing its bones against the edge aching for release. The cat will chase shadows in the alleys as will I seeking solace in moonlight catching shades like fireflies trapping them in jars wondering when they will materialize into the…
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The Z-Axis 