Tag Archives: writing

  1. Forgiven Our Humanities

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    July 11, 2013 by elihuzra

    ““In this mess of life and limb, may we be forgiven our humanness.”” The doctor blinked, looking off into the …
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  2. course the time river…

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    June 20, 2013 by calydonstotre

    The rip caught me in its raging, rapids pulled me under. Drowning as relentless waters plunged me over the ends …
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  3. If Only We Trust

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    May 30, 2013 by elihuzra

    There’s a line drawn between all of us, that exists in an invisible world. That connects and disconnects at the …
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  4. sweet surrender…

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    May 23, 2013 by calydonstotre

    My battery’s running thin, the plumbing’s falling apart and I suspect the lights are set to fail right.about.now. Welcome to …
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  5. Soul of Gold

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    May 16, 2013 by elihuzra

    This gold, laced through our capillaries, pumps the rhythm into our minds and lets us climb the spires of our …
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  6. the universe holds us…

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    May 9, 2013 by calydonstotre

    Gently. As the world’s we’ve built, the homes and lives and patterns we took years to forge begin to crumbling …
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  7. Feel the Truth

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    May 2, 2013 by elihuzra

    “Would we for a single second allow ourselves to feel the truth within this miraculous mess of flesh we call …
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  8. borne of pure…

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    April 25, 2013 by calydonstotre

    As I sit ready to write today, I find myself wondering whether the heart judges as harshly as the head …
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  9. Open Your Heart to the Sky

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    April 18, 2013 by elihuzra

    A small voice inside grew larger, day by day, holding open this broken chest, and waiting for sunlight dew drops …
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  10. turn on the lights…

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    April 11, 2013 by calydonstotre

    It has been so dark lately – winters are wet and cold and grey, like endless afternoons in London – …
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