Day 20
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The Sound
Boston Beach There are no photographs Of One of my most profound memories As a mother Because I left my phone In the house (Someone else’s house, a borrowed treasure) And after two days of driving It was cold, so cold, The wind a dervish, Me in a thin
Big Tex Part 1
Howdy, folks. My name is Jack. Life’s not the breaths you take, but the moments that take your breath away, I always say, but I’ve stood here so long my boots are startin to ache, and it’s hard to breathe under the weight, the magnitude, the honorary
Big Tex Synopsis
Ok, so imagine this: you are tuning in to a new series on Netflix/Hulu/Peacock/Prime and the credits open on the State Fair of Texas: boots everywhere, horses neighing in their stalls, country music playing. The show is a high energy screwball comedy with serious emotional integrity, like
Amnesty
I dug myself out of a hole this week, down on my knees past my own depth, scooping rocks and brittle bricks, sweaty shovels until I hit pause: you, calling me chaos, naming my beauty even while I wished it didn’t burn while it fell out of my eyes,