one restless night I woke thirsty      itchy   wings grew out of my shoulders   silly girl, she said turtles don’t have wings oh yes they do   my shell is heavy my legs are slow   but when the moon is full, I sprout my wings and fly far away remembering desire…

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  I’ve been in a transition phase (again). Last month I answered Bri Saussy’s journal prompt from her Book of Hours, “What can I stop pretending to be/do?” I wrote that I need to stop pretending that I have an online business because I don’t. I can stop pretending I’m writing a book because I’m…

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  Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk to you again ~Sounds of Silence, Simon and Garfunkel   I could tell you a long story about the threads of shame in my life.  It’s not what’s important, though.  Suffice it to say that recently I made a stupid mistake that triggered deep feelings…

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