Category: Family History

Neo and Classic
November 5, 2025
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She's turning classic, giving her own meaning to the term; narrowing down the choice, detailed somewhat scant, precision stripped to it's bareness, it's natural sequence, towards her neo-persona. Her attire mimics her stride, the now subsided curves of her limbs hide in asexual elegance, they dissolve in the comings and goings of morning coffee, the routines of cats, the crowded city street at noon. She's polishing the silver, but only the pieces she intends to keep; arranges the china, but...

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Piro and Roses
October 30, 2025
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I'm going to light a match and throw it your way, I'll be perverse, bring it all back for you, at least for a moment, a reverie to before you strayed, when your need to please took the path that looked well on paper, defaulting to the logic of Boomers, and the fluff of money. Gonna stir it up again, just for fun, at least I'll know I tried, that I never lost faith in the fire, my secret belief...

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Confessions
August 24, 2025
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Things at the old summer home found me exactly where they'd been left; apparently standing, holding up normally, comfortable in the countryside  dust. But it was a facade, it seems they've been waiting for a chance to go haywire, into a full blown confession, of a backstory, a type of narrative where realities pretend to be fictions. The glow from a side lamp in the living room jitters like a sugar low, as I try to read my book. The...

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Stripping Down
June 26, 2025
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Let's get bare, all out, leaving what's true and told, nothing to add or fix. The story ends here, a chapter played to the best of its capacity, nothing better or new will come from it. Cords severed gently, no fuss, loosened knots, we're closing up the tent. Built, used, and spent, we have several humidity stains, a few cracks, and some peeled walls. We're weathered and salted by all of it, and aware: we must complete the other half...

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Paradoxical Karma
April 9, 2025
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Family sorrow is my puffy bags, on my hooded lids, from way back, but it's ok, I'm not stopping. Skin sags under this feeble chin, connecting to pictures in black and white, where poses suppressed their reality, but it's ok, I will continue. Heaviness the sentence of my stance, grinding hip sockets, a weak abdomen, my age suddenly doubled, but that's fine, I am not backing off from their call. Pain throbs in random places, and vague aches refuse to...

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Disillusion
April 9, 2025
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We are not the illusion.  Hidden from view, deep in childhood, the night comes with crickets, picnics are set nearby the river, a brick home stands proud in the countryside. When I utter brother, mother, father, I expect to feel them even in the distance, able to pull them closer with a simple wish. But what I got is the awkward, the alien in its own country, many a contradiction of terms. I used to believe, but had to stop....

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Winter Scape Prayer
January 22, 2025
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Make me the clearest water, a river's modest current, transparent to the Sun's arms, wintry cool though not frozen, winding lighthearted, all through out the original land. Make me crisp as linen, left to dry in the early winter breeze, to the matured caress of the daystar, my real lover. Give me if you may, the freshness of a dutiful morning, softly sloping towards the distance, all the inner children running towards me, frisky as home dogs. I hope for...

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Autumn shades
January 5, 2025
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You’re dissolving, an invisible flame burns the pages quietly in the stillness of your study. Ashen skies glow softly, cradling the twilight sun; soft autumn light drizzles between branches, beyond the sliding window of your routine. You're are fading, while scribbling the usual, at your desk. My body only wants a moment, this very one, no past or future, no history to tell, no projections for tomorrow. In this way I will disappear too, and though you'll remember I was...

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Emily Speaks Up
December 16, 2024
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Back home, after Christmas, Rhaya decided to get her act together and start over. With the holidays behind, she'd be sucked back to the dreadful routine of school, and homework in the afternoons. It was inevitable. But she could, at the very least, look pretty for her crush, maybe feel good about herself for a change. So, once again, she dove into tables and menus, serving sizes, ounces and calories. Rhaya threw herself furiously into aerobicize, two hours every day, believing...

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Bodies and Gurus continued
July 13, 2024
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Rhaya got on with the program a week later. The lanky exercise lady's book never returned to its place in the shelf, she kept it close by, on her nightstand. Now she had all the tools needed to keep herself in check, using the book as reference material. An extreme urge pressed on her to do it flawlessly, with total concentration. All other aspects of her life would have to wait, like cleaning her room; talking to Gaby, her best...

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