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My Velvet Wings
I was once a butterfly,born in reverse.My velvet wingsa burning orange and yellowwith two white eyessurrounded by black circles,on a constant leaden lookoutfor thoughts dull and pragmatic;what the grown-ups called “growing up”. Then I went into a slimy cocoon,slipped right in with a slush,as if someone had sucked me in.But who? Why? How?Maybe my ghost…
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Ksenia
As I was walking down the road, the snow fell gloomily all around me and I ran into Ksenia. “Hey Ksenia!” I said, “What are you doing here?“ “Who are you?” she asked and scanned me from head to toe. “Oh, I’m a big fan of yours. I follow you on Twitter.“ She wore a…
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Self-Meta-Critical Letter/Journal Entry
Dear Reader, How are you? How’s life? Can you really answer these questions? You can reply to this email and the replies will automatically get posted as comments under the blogpost for this letter. And if you do that, I will definitely read them and reply and perhaps even continue the conversation. But the more…






