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Amy still remembered the taste of sweat in the corners of her mouth and the heat of the sun on her shoulders as she crossed the finish line in the last marathon she ran. She had finished first in her running group, which included the men. Every moment of that day was vividly clear. EvenContinue reading “{ RUNNING }”

Memories are hard to recall when he’s tied to them. I go through each one with the careful caution of a shell shocked soldier. I approach the image– the blue of the ocean and the feeling of a sand dollar in my hand– and when I hear the train of past conversations in my ears,Continue reading “{ MEMORIES }”

“I have never loved,” my abuser explained to me in a moment of pure confession. He needed me to get him away from his family who was monitoring him after he had been involuntarily placed in a mental ward. The details about all this continue to allude me. I let it go because I neverContinue reading “{ JEKYLL AND HYDE }”

Tonight I hear the crickets and feel the warmth of a humid summer night, knowing how much you enjoyed these moments. You favorite times of year. I recall sadly how you never asked me what was mine. You were too preoccupied with your own experiences. I will tell you now, unprompted, it is early AutumnContinue reading “{ THE SEASONS AND GRIEF }”

There is no reasoning or bartering with the absolute certainty of youth. It is the gift afforded them, and while the more experienced adult might want to caution them, remind them of certain harsh realities in life, some lessons can only be learned in time. So it is between the love of Gwendolyn and Balen.Continue reading “{ ETERNAL LOVE }”

Survival isn’t glamorous. It often comes with a heavy price– the price of isolation, the price of shame, the price of silence. To escape your life once it has been woven in with an abuser, can take all the strength inside of you, and the support you’re so desperate for in your flight is oftenContinue reading “About MLN”

THERE ARE TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY. But this is not a story. The grasp of his hands around my neck or the pressing drive to bypass my legs and dive deep into my body and lay claim to what he believed was irrefutably his. This is not a story. The story that I toldContinue reading “THERE ARE TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY”

There is no reasoning or bartering with the absolute certainty of youth. It is the gift afforded them, and while the more experienced adult might want to caution them, remind them of certain harsh realities in life, some lessons can only be learned in time. So it was between the love of Gwendolyn and Balen.Continue reading “{ ETERNAL LOVE }”