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The single beat of a butterfly’s wings can create a tornado. As irrational as the literal butterfly effect sounds, it expands our understanding of the footprint we, and everything else, leave behind. From living and breathing to inanimate and unable...

Can I really just keep waiting And watching as The world falls in love? I stand with my eyes wide open And my feet planted firmly on the ground. What I would give for a chance, To fall off this...

I think, and sometimes I don’t want to. A man stares blankly from across the street, longer than is polite, and I stare back into that oblivion. I let a path form between the two of us, like an artery,...

If I lay down on this street And wait just long enough I may feel – The raindrops on my open palms Tiny droplets piercing my skin – I may feel the vibrations the rain creates as it pours down...

Une image vaut mille mots  Tous les jours depuis des semaines   Je me retrouve devant le même miroir   Dans la réflexion, je décortique mes facettes   Ces facettes valent-elles assez?   Méritent-elles peut-être même une sorte d’amour?  Avec le journal de 20...

Two years ago I went mad. That makes it sound like it was a voluntary act, so let me rephrase. Two years ago, I met you, and you infected me with a madness which I had never felt before, and...

I have not been eating well, recently. I crave something. Something. But I do not know what it is. I crave human touch, maybe. But I shrink away when they reach out. I read the calories on the back of...

The Slow Unravelling The first time I knew — really knew — was at the dinner table. He was across from me, twirling his fork through his pasta, his eyes flicking toward the muted television over my shoulder. I was...

I will find you in everything.   But that is not quite right. I will find you in everything Because I will look for you in everything. I will see your eyes in every pair of eyes I look into...

The heat in the courtroom was thick, settling into the wood benches. The heat wrapped around the murmurs in the crowd, their eyes all on me, some with hope in their eye, some with anger and hatred, but most were...