Field Notes on Love, Life, and Loss

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one year later
I mean... I'm here
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Maurissa
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a saturn's day reaction
my speaker's are about to blow
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Maurissa
10
silent thread
when my ears ring, I pause
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Maurissa
8
salt&iron
Perfectly painted Catholic drops dripped down my brow, Long braid plastered in mud, My smile stretched tight as piano wire over my teeth. Salt and Iron…
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Maurissa
7
if I were blue
If I were blue, I’d confess my love to you I’d lay myself thick above your head and invite only the funniest clouds to break up my perfect blanket I’d…
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Maurissa
10
god told me to write about what makes me cry and to be ruthless
I'm addicted to the wax and wane of the human condition.
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Maurissa
6
a routine visitor
there is no thief-less night
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Maurissa
2
i'm the one
and no, it's not Friday
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Maurissa
14
what's in a name
one day I'll get into my *thing* with Shakespeare...
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Maurissa
the truth is we all carry swords
languished language
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Maurissa
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Field Notes on Love, Life, and Loss
Field Notes on Love, Life, and Loss
Translating the ineffable experiences of life through words with love and humor. Occasional intuitive wisdom. Always authentic.
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