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Death took a walk with me. A haunted shore. Shell shards. Upended trees.

I teetered on the earth’s rim. Held my love’s hand. Bit windblown hair and embraced thundering water.

Life and Death merged on a strip of sand.Continue Reading

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My husband, he has these tirades. Filthy, loud harangues that go on until he passes out. He calls me a harlot. A bitch. He rails against me for a minor fleck of dust in the corner, for baking the bread too crusty, for turning my back on Him in bed.

It’s my fault. Really. Fourteen-year-old girls can’t possibly know their hearts. But, my mama seemed happy to be rid of me, so my lips said ‘I do’ when my mind said I didn’t and set up house with Him.Continue Reading