Lucid Dreaming

Let it Grow

Plant this seed, she told me, in the harshest place in the world. And if it grows, I will

In old photos, she always looks sad. It’s a strange disconnect; in every memory I have, my mother is laughing,

It’s cocktail time, a spritz of my special cocktail cologne, do you feel the groove? Cocktail pants and a cocktail

She pulls the blanket tighter. Strange how a thin layer of cotton can impart a sense of safety. No reason

Shh. The trick is to be as still as the shadow I resemble. Let their beating hearts calm. Let small

Well, it looks like we might not be ready for the April 2nd launch in its entirety, but the great

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