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Edit Later
Why Editing Should Come LaterThere's a peculiar kind of paralysis that strikes many writers. You type a sentence, read it back, delete half of it, ret...
by RB
What the River Kept
The St. Lawrence held my namebefore I learned to say it—each syllable a small stoneturned smooth by passage.My mother spoke French to the current,Engl...
by Maren Soleil
The Cost of Being Right
The Cost of Being RightThere I was, another Zoom meeting, another grid of faces I no longer felt the same about. My camera was on, but I wasn't. Somew...
by RB
The Wreckage
Man is born into a world not of his choosing,One that prefer he never existed at allOnly to live in phases to which he is oblivious. That is, until hi...
by RB
If the Ocean...
If the ocean was my friend,It would pull me under and share the beauty that lies beneath and withinShowing me how strong I could be, building me up, a...
by RB
Ding
Ding.Ding.Ding.Whatever the sound,the implications are the sameAnxiety bubbles,sucking the air from the roomI’m hesitant to look,but there’s truly no ...
by RB
Accidental Certainty
Everything was different,Just after the accident.Forget the years of empty darkFor what bearing does our present have on yours nowWe searched for you ...
by RB
Tell Your Story
Everyone has a story to tell. Sadly, most will never get around to telling it. And, the excuses used could be just the material needed to get it start...
by RB