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true north
Read more: true northYou drive the highway, feel life pull you in different directions, but his the strongest. A magnet, true north—all other directions relate to this. Night darkens around you both until the green lights of the dash illuminate his face, and his eyes become eternal. The moment stands infinite and fleeting all at once, and you think to…
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the deep
Read more: the deepI sit on the dock in the middle of a storm, and I wait for the whisper to reassure me. Winds howl–like wolves hungry for satisfaction–and the waves of the lake slap at the edges of the cold metal dock. The lake is surprisingly bright for this midnight disaster. I lay my body down, too tired…
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exhaustion and thrills
Read more: exhaustion and thrillsThis week has exhausted and thrilled me. I had the chance to participate in the Hudson Valley Writing Program at SUNY New Paltz, mentoring eighteen enthusiastic teenage writers intent on honing their craft. It felt so good to be back in a classroom, near learning again. What is it within that thirsts for knowledge? If…
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back to the basics
Read more: back to the basicsAs I look back on the past six months, I want to fall to my face and say thank you to God for letting me make it here. Back to the basics. Back to my knees. Back to being broken before the only One who can heal. For awhile there, I tried to make it…
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home again
Read more: home againComing back to this site feels like opening the door to a stranger’s attic, ascending the steep stairs, and rounding the corner to see the dust glitter in the sunlight. I smell the carpet, feel the warmth of the summer heat, see the tree through the round window as it scrapes its branches against the…
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