Between the lines and through the lens…
Boys came calling after school, sometime between six and eight, before the summer- longer days under the swell of frustration. Boys came calling after school, halting homework and hunting, looking to come closer to a truth but I held mine firm, in the door- halfway, me half in, half confused as to what they […]
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– Control. How to cut deep. Tipping toes in the tepid tides of therapy. We are cunning creatures in unconscious, under cover, cool to discover the character beneath the cadaver. Control. How to discover, how to distance the self from its disguise, from the depths we dive to deceive the day, the way we weave […]
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