you are loved, in the active voice.

I don’t remember learning how to love, originally.  I only remember the origins of little love-habits. I remember holding onto my stuffed elephant, tucked safely in my right arm always– a light grey beast with pink-tinted ears. He must’ve been a foot tall, if he could have stood on his own, but he couldn’t. He […]

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dear gillian

Written July 14th, 2015 from the California Institute for Women – 100 hours before I was free, a letter never sent, to a friend I’ve not yet met.   I didn’t ask her permission, so I’m not linking to her (yet), but she is a blogger, and she is loved. ________________________ Dear Gillian– Good morning! It’s […]

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❤melt : calling on alex

I met Alex when I was 17 years old.  I don’t know if you can remember so long ago, but I can.  Back then, the world was so small that everything was within reach, and time was so overgrown that you could take as much as you needed.  Back then, we were afraid to die […]

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❤melt : i was there

A really long time ago, I issued the first Rarasaur playtime challenge. I asked my readers to volunteer themselves, and promised I would write a limerick about them.  I did almost all, but left one out.  That reader– Jessie, of Behind the Willows— was one of my original 100 readers.  Despite my failure to complete […]

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❤melt: the simple truth

The simple truth is, I love him. Sometimes I type his number onto my cellphone just to stare at it.  Just to remind myself to breathe.  In prison, I would sign up for a phone slot and sit in the booth for all fifteen minutes– just to stare at his number on my hand. I […]

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