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Author: Tricia Sankey

Plays with words in her free time.

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  It’s that time of day when I hear a voice. Socrates called it a daemon, his ‘internal oracle’ – his demon? a higher self? divided mind? we let our conscience be our guide, but where do our earthly thoughts reside? My guardian angel keeps time, my muse whispers till I turn, turn around and tune it […]

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Here

You ask me to make you feel something in this drab world flung upside down don’t look for the answers in your cracked, fortune cookies – just tear them to shreds and toss out your fears, there is only the now, with wide eyes, right here. Image Credit Tricia Sankey

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Somewhere

We’re all traveling somewhere, but it’s not until you the let the current  move your soul, not just your feet, that you see the way the water ripples, the way the sun spreads it’s light, you see the space that you’ll fit in the nook just up ahead, under lavender, lost leaves. And it’s a […]

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One Way

What would you do if there was only one way? Only one route to choose, the rocks smooth and untouched. There are people around you, so close, and you watch. Their feet never pass where you’ve traveled. For when their feet are tired they trod grassy hills, they sit under shade, turn their backs to the sun. But you hike every mountain, you squint […]

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The Customer Service Department

She was in the middle of a complicated case, full of wonder and thought-provoking questions, her synapses sizzling from the peanut butter M&M’s she’d just retrieved from the company vending machine, when the inevitable happened. The low hum of an incoming call directed her attention to her phone and she promptly put on her headphones […]

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Lost

I am posting the work of a friend of mine today, she is an upcoming and talented writer with stories that must come out 🙂 Hopefully we will see her own writing out there in the  blogosphere before too long!   “I thought you loved me,” he said. I loved him too, I did, but […]

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Stand

  The first thing they teach is how to cut yourself into How you can lose a limb trade an organ have your own blood siphoned like gas from a car because you are expendable replaceable a  mere mortal who must beg   But I unlearned it all when I stopped to collect seashells I think […]

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