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Miracle at the MacNab Transit Terminal
There are stories that you hear and disbelieve because you think that you live in a very rational or at least sensible world. There are stories that make you question what you are doing with your own life. And then there are the stories that come out of my hometown.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Humor
Completely on the Fly (November). Content Warning.
Ooh, it's been a few months since I did one of these pieces, and it shows. My mental health is on the floor at the moment, and then I thought, I need to write something on Vocal. I am so ADHD I forgot that I HAD been doing these 'on the fly' pieces - without thought, censorship, or embarrassment. So here I am again!
By Karen Cave2 months ago in Journal
Imposter in a gingerbread house
I'm a little more than just trapped inside this gingerbread house, made of flour, butter, molasses, and aromatic spices. While I could eat my way through and out, I remain. Sitting on gumdrops, showering myself with M&Ms, whipped by licorice ropes. I am an imposter. I belong on the naughty list.
By Caitlin Charlton2 months ago in Poets
11:11 Make a Wish
I am a huge believer in angel numbers, signs from the universe etc. About three years ago I really started paying more attention to them, and the signs they were trying to give me. Whenever I would see 11:11 even growing I always made a wish. Over the years I've had many wishes from finding love, to being a model, well know writer the list goes on. These last few months though my greatest wish is to love myself, and become a better version of myself everyday. It's not easy, somedays it feels easier to just fall back into the old me where I am comfortable. Even though I know that version of me no longer suits my life. It almost feels like breaking up with someone you've been in a relationship long term. That version of me is someone I've carried with me for at least 2 decades at this point, and I find it hard to just let her go sometimes.
By Kimmiekins42 months ago in Confessions
Strength In Solitude
Sometimes it takes losing nearly everyone you love to realize how precious life truly is. All too often we take for granted those who are sitting right next to us, we bury our face in our phones, or preoccupy ourselves with things that mean little compared to those we love. I told my wife years ago, prior to her passing "In The End I Stand Alone".
By Kaylon Forsyth2 months ago in Humans
Time is Linear
Time is all-forgiving so I’ve named myself after her. I’ve built an endless soul inside of a shell and slapped my fingerprints on every inch, hoping somehow they’ll find it when we’re gone. I don’t know how to tell you that I would cut open every organ in my doll of a body just to prove the absolute fervor that flows through cells combining pink, and I don’t know if it’s too late to say it. Time would stay, so I will, too. She can’t feel conflicted because there’s only one destination, one task, one rhythm to stay awake. I thought if I created a world, it would keep its eyes open, or at least tell me when it starts to get sleepy. It’s okay to take a nap, but I don’t know what I’d do if the gears stopped turning altogether. I don’t know why the confusion is the most arduous of all these mixed up destinations, but I’ll go downtown to change my name tomorrow. That should bring me a little closer, I think. I’ve built something so exquisitely strange with all these smudges and cells and bruises of seconds, that I’m not sure I could take it apart. I’m not sure I could leave it here to be found in ruins, or ensure the glass jars of my ever-hearts will not go rotten the second I’m gone, or you, or our children. It’s not the building, nor the signatures nor the nails nor the shelves, it’s our bodies that make this collective soul breathe in time. Without us, time does not exist beautifully; or, at least it won’t while I’m still waiting for the fire to be put out.
By Olivia Dodge2 months ago in Poets
