Memories
memories explode out of my nostrils when the smell of chlorine hits, reminding me of the pool parties of my…
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Breathe Deep
“Breathe deep.”That’s the last thing I rememberAs my body drifted to unconsciousnessI woke up, an hour laterThe hour that I…
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My Children
My Children Melissa Allor
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Painting with boys
Today I had the honor of observingYour creativity and with it your perfectionismYour joy in creating marred slightly With the…
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My Hair is Cut Unreasonably Short
The result (to me) is unremarkable - A Bowl-cut pixie with bangs.It’s my fault. The bowl-cut, that is.I trimmed my…
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Coffee and Sloth Blankets
The Glass mug sits empty on the shelf Bereft of sugared coffee and creamerAn accustomed flavor that my taste budsReject…
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Love and Alcohol
With fists of stone, I throw a punchMy aim off kilter, and the strengthEbbs from my fingertips, as my hand…
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