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[Writing:] His Sunset Hue
The bible told me, there is no such thing as an eternal truth. And I thought about the weather. Because we always think that winter will last forever, and we always pray that summer will stay, but we...
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[Writing:] Lost
https://soundcloud.com/lindsay-catherine/lost I want you. To come home to me 6 o’clock on a Wednesday and watch the sun fall down behind the river and I want you. To crawl in bed next to me and...
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[Writing:] En-Gage
It is 89.4 miles from 324 North Dubuque to 2522 something-or-other Cedar Falls, Iowa. Near two hours of sleepy time driving, of pass the cord around iPod playing, of chitter chatter and “I can’t hear...
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[Writing:] From Under the Streetlights
There is a 30% chance of rain and the grass smells fresh-cut-wet and the air tastes like windy-spring. The ground is covered in sunbaked-skylight dust. And the warmth reminds me of winter nights in...
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[Spoken Word:] To My King
I have sat down on porches at night And listened to a woman cry And seen her tears fall gently down her cheek Because, quite frankly, people are shitty. And not in a casual way Nor a, “but we’ll...
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[Writing:] “They Only Want 1 Thing”
I sleep on my side on the basement couches of friends twice removed. And I am still tired. I didn’t wake up until 1pm this afternoon because I was up all night coughing up every itch on the back of...
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[Spoken word:] The Prayer
She shakes her body she Got her eyes closed rockin She prays her hardest Got her fingers tight and knockin’ Askin Lord forgive me I need to be forgotten “Like the breeze of the wind I got a need...
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[Writing:] About Me
I’m a prostitute Called at because of my drinks I am a prostitute Still in the classroom with a white dress draped to my knees I’m a prostitute, a hoodrat, poor girl The tastes of peanut butter and...
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[Writing:] The Sea is Calling
I once read somewhere that God could only be found in the silence And someone told me that When their mother would hold them They could hear it in her whisper And so I tried to be quiet So that I could...
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[Writing:] Dallas, Texas
She told me she was safety. That in her scarred hands she could hold me near her breast and birth me. She told me she was home. She had a voice that I hid from, under the sheets, crying muffled into...
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