I once wore a reflective suit of armor crafted from impatience, resentment, and cynicism. At the time, I believed that it protected me from the pain and suffering of both my internal and external realities. It was a shroud that kept people at arm’s length, even when I let them believe that they were aContinue reading “How the South has Softened Me”
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Mosaic
Down by the banks of my childhood river are the rocks and the shells, the shrapnel of old; If I let you in, let you see my mosaic, I fear I’m too much of a thing to behold. So tides turn and billow like seasons of soul; mistakes yield to lessons like sand to theContinue reading “Mosaic”
