Wendy Worthington

Joined February 2021

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My passion for writing started at a young age and was quickly squashed by a culture of misogyny. It has taken me a lifetime to find my voice again and it turns out it's really fucking loud. Sorry about that.

Just kidding, no I'm not.

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I prefer color
The world was black or white. There were no shades. No spectrums No in betweens It was faith and obedience
By Wendy Worthington5 years ago in Poets
The Procedure
Stacy stood on the sidewalk in front of the mall waiting for her friend Michael. She was meeting him for a few minutes before he started work.
By Wendy Worthington5 years ago in Humans
These are not love songs
Valentine’s Day is just a day; a neutral day, neither good nor bad. It can pass by unacknowledged every year if we choose. Dwelling on it, hating it, railing against it, that’s also a choice.
By Wendy Worthington5 years ago in Beat
When she's gone
When it’s all over and everyone has left, gone to their homes, or the airport, or wherever it is they might go to embrace, accept, tolerate, or ignore their grief, you are left to face your own.
By Wendy Worthington5 years ago in Families

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