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This randomness is brought to you by the letter 2 and the number Q.

I am having a superlatively hard time looking at the house we chose, knowing it is no longer my house, that it will never be my home. I am awkward, a guest, an interloper into the life you are building, choices push us apart, then…

I was a rocket ship always at Cape Canaveral waiting for a punch to my ignition that would launch me into the stratosphere. Over the years I taught myself to maintain a very even 30MPH. Less stress to the chassis easier on the engine, keeping…

The hieroglyphics are etched into the bones. Messages from the past lives or carrying instructions into the future. Linquist? Anthropologist? Who shall read the symbols as they were intended or as they prophesize? Doctors? Physicists? Who can explain these stories on my bones, in my…

I wonder if … If I could bite off a piece of your flesh. If I can swallow it make it a part of me. If that will ensure our never being separated.

We need a change of pace. We need a new found place, In our hearts and in our minds, Of our own fashion and design. We need a revolution but it has to start In our own self and in our own heart. We need…

Silvery ripples across my hips flowing thickly towards my thighs unnoticed until the sun bronzes my skin but leaves these symbols untouched. I cup my bare breasts, lifting turning this way and that to catch a twinkle. Faintly, twins of the lower branches wink in…

In soft moonlight On a clear Calm night The trees Silhouetted by the stars, I met the devil A handsome fellow He was quite charming A trifle alarming He greeted Good Morning I should have taken, Mothers warning To never trust A man past midnight…

In your palm and I feel it when I hold your hand. In the baby’s cry and I feel it knowing the world goes on. In your voice and I feel it when you whisper good morning. In the dog tag’s jangle and I feel…