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Drop the Bomb and Let It Burn: Ode to the F-Word. {poetry}

Now, when little ones are on the scene? My language is immaculate. Pristine. That stipulation becomes a way of bringing mindfulness to each word I say. F-bombs become a tool of my own mindfulness school. I keep to heart this one rule: If I can see a child, my language remains ...

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I Will Never Be Controlled or Owned. {poetry}

I would rather swim naked in a lake under the sun than drown in the World Wide Web where female nipples are censored. I would rather climb a tree than climb the social ladder. I want to swig tequila from a bottle and feel the burn, talk to an elder and really learn. I would rather suffocate ...

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Luna. {poetry}

She dipped her bones to blood And found worth about her noble flood Like woman She birthed her sin to fearful sound

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In Your Love. {poetry}

You have seduced art, from my once distracted heart, fierce love, from my once terrified body -- you know how to reveal my soul, shake down my walls, melt my eyes.

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I’m Sorry: My Amends to Myself. {poetry}

I am no longer a rape victim. I have not simply survived. I have recovered and thrived and X marks the spot where I reclaim the power that was given away, where I get to build my life, just as I want it.

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Holding On, Letting Go, or So Much Bullshit. {poetry}

At the meditation retreat, I cried in the shower. I cried for so much bullshit. raw and exposed, and feeling so close to something real and constant, I let loose.

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To Live Is to Die in the Most Beautiful Way. {poetry}

And yes, I am addicted to dying The everyday mundane and insignificant ways to die The dying that realizes death as part of life "Our ways of dying are our ways of living" I find myself deliberately leaving traces of me everywhere

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From Soul to Ego, With Love. {poetry}

I never knew my soul could be such a charming romantic. I never knew my ego could be such a tender sweetheart.

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Butterfly. {poetry}

In the name of love, the most potent craving known to man, the soul surges, agape, even though your mind requires its physical manifestation.

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You Make Me Want to… {poetry}

You make me want to learn Morse code, so that if we were ever bound and gagged and held hostage, we could tap out a plan to save ourselves and everyone else, and if the plan went wrong, I could spend the last moments of our lives looking at you and batting 'I love you' with my eyelashes over ...

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