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Memoirs of a Past Life Tourist
Past Life Tourist: Remembering Love
I coax no fish today. There will be a hollow in my stomach as I have run out of brown food and the winter months continue long past the time that spring is meant to appear. It is… Read More
Twenty Two
Door knocks. It is Sonja. She has brought my evening meal. I finish rubbing oil into the barrel of my FN 1910 and put it into the drawer of the side table. I wipe excess grease on my… Read More
Tapestries
Dammit dammit dammit! I missed my flight. It was a quick connection and the gates were miles apart but I still had believed that the travel angels, who work so beautifully for me, would come through once again. … Read More
Butterbean
“Buttah bean. Lawd girl what has got into you?” Sweet Thomas comes to me and uses the tail of his shirt to dry my face of tears and snot. The course fabric stings, but in a good way. … Read More
The Herald Angel
I was a skeptic. Not so much about the existence of past lives, but about my own experience with it. I have a vivid and active imagination so in my mind I firmly believed that I could quite… Read More
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