Tag Archives: prose

Trees, water, with a side of existentialism&nihilism

You are standing in the forest. You smell the wet soft wood, the mud. Lichen grows on fallen trees in delicate ripples, moths flutter past your eyes. You are standing in the forest. The trees start to thin as you … Continue reading

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Today on Diction’s Grounds

  Today is a day to write. To right the world with writing. To sit for a moment and let your inklings Cycle in and out, in breaths of meditation. To listen through each space and line For a voice … Continue reading

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Tending to My Leafy, Human Self

Writing…O, precious writing. Why have I held back from you over these past several days? Instinctively ignoring my natural inclination towards writing is comparable to walking bare-bodied in public for days at a time. In nakedness, I am utterly and … Continue reading

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Love, TODAY; For today is long in the short of things

Losing a member of your community is hard. Almost always– That is no new and profound information. However, Nothing seems to lighten the harsh impact of death, Or to prepare you– No number of books, last words, funeral preparations, or … Continue reading

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