Tag: choices
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Once There Was Wendy
Once there was me with Wendy, in a time plucked back like bass strings before the drop. A picture once lived in my mind, before time spit it out like grass tore up in the hum of a lawnmower’s chomp. If honey is love, was our circumstance the bees? All day they worked, their tiny…
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Looking back
He laid in bed unable to sleep. She remained fixed in his mind, the way the cold ear hugs the ocean breeze as it breaches the shores and travels northward and inland over mountains and buildings alike. It felt like a shaking, an unshakeable shuddering, though he did not feel it in his skin or…
Writings by Samson Mousa 